And now ridicule me the least of them; now they admonish me in turn—whom I treated with contempt their fathers, whom I did not esteem to be worthy of dogs of my grazing flocks.
And indeed, is the strength of their hands what profit to me? of them it was destroyed to completion.
In lack and hunger one is barren, as the ones fleeing waterless yesterday in conflict and misery.
The ones breaking off the marine plant upon the sounding shore, whose marine plants were for their grain; and were without honor, and being treated as worthless, lacking of every good thing; and the roots of trees gnawed because of hunger great.
They rose up against me thieves.
Whom their houses were burrows of rocks.
In the midst of distinct places shall yell the ones who under stick dwellings wild pass life.
Of fools they are sons, and without honor name, and fame extinguished from earth.
And now harp I am their, and me for a common topic they have.
And they abhorred me, separating far from me; and from my face they spared not spittle.
For having opened his quiver he afflicted me; and the bridle of my presence sent away.
On the right hand of their offspring they rose up against me. His feet he stretched out and opened against me; with paths of their destruction.
They obliterated my paths; for he took off my apparel; with his spear he ran me through.
And he has judged me as he wills; in griefs I am befouled.
Return my griefs; was set out my hope as if the wind, and as if a cloud the deliverance my.
And now upon me shall be poured out my soul; suffice and me days of griefs.
And at night my bones burn, and my nerves are parted.
With great strength it took hold of my robe; as the cleft of my garment it compassed me.
And you have esteemed me equal to clay; in earth and ashes my portion.
And I have cried out to you, and not you hear me; they stood and contemplated me.
And you mounted against me mercilessly; hand with a strong you whipped me.
And you arranged against me with griefs; and you threw me away from deliverance.
For I know that death will obliterate me; for the house of every mortal is ground.
For ought that I should be able myself to lay hands upon, or indeed beseech another and he should do this to me.
And I over every disabled man wept; and I moaned beholding man in necessities.
I waited for good things, and behold met me instead days bad.
My belly erupted, and would not keep silent; anticipated me days of poorness.
Moaning I went without a rein; and I have stood in the assembly crying out.
A brother I have become of sirens, and companion of ostriches.
My skin is darkened greatly, and my bones from sweltering heat.
Turned and into mourning my harp, and my psalm into weeping for me.