For if anyone stationing weight would set my wrath, and my griefs in a yoke balance scale, they would be in one accord.
For indeed of the sand of the coast it will be heavier; upon this my sayings were trampled.
For arrows of the worthy one in my body are, which their rage drinks up my blood. Whenever I begin to speak, they sting me.
For what— will ineffectually cry out the wild donkey if he is not seeking grain, no. And shall then tear loose the voice of the ox at the stable while having the foods, no.]]
Shall be eaten bread without salt, no. and is there taste in words empty, no.]]
is not able for my soul for groaning I see my grain as the scent of a lion.
For if only he might give and might come my requests, and that my hope might grant the lord.]]
Beginning, the lord let pierce; unto the end but me not let be done away with!
May be but my city the grave, upon of which upon the walls I leaped; upon it I shall not spare; not for I lied about sayings the holy of my God.
For what is my strength, that I remain? or what is my time, that endures my soul?
Is the strength of stones or my strength? or are my flesh members are of brass?
Or not upon him to yield? but help from me was departed;
is forbidden me mercy; and the visit of the lord overlooked me.
looked not at me my brothers; as if a rushing stream dissipating or as if a wave they went by me.]]
The ones who revered me, now fall upon me as if snow or ice banked up,
and as the melting away of heat by the coming, it was not recognized of where it was.
So I also was left by all; and I am destroyed, and homeless I became.
Behold the ways of the Temanites, the short cuts of the Sabaeans, O ones seeing clearly.
And for shame they shall owe— the ones in cities and the things relied upon there.
But nevertheless, even you mounted against me mercilessly; so that beholding my wound you are fearful.
For what— anything of you did I ask, or from you strength do I want,
so as to deliver me from enemies, or from out of the hand of mighty ones to rescue me?
Teach me, and I will be silent! If in anything I have wandered, expound to me!
But as it seems, vile of a true man the words; not for from you strength I do ask.
Nor will your reproof my words cause me to cease; for neither your utterance of a word will I endure.
Besides that, upon an orphan you fall, and you assail against your friend.
But now, having looked into your faces, I will not lie.
Sit indeed, and may there not be anything unjust, and again with the just come together!
no for there is on my tongue unjust thing; or, does not my throat meditate on understanding?