¹⁵ I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: While I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.

⁴ For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

⁴⁴ And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly; and his sweat became as it were great drops of blood falling down upon the ground.

⁷ Awake, O sword, against my shepherd, and against the man that is my fellow, saith Jehovah of hosts: smite the shepherd, and the sheep shall be scattered; and I will turn my hand upon the little ones.

¹⁰ Yet it pleased Jehovah to bruise him; he hath put him to grief: when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see `his' seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of Jehovah shall prosper in his hand.

³ He was despised, and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and as one from whom men hide their face he was despised; and we esteemed him not.

¹⁴ For all the day long have I been plagued, And chastened every morning.

¹⁴ I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.

¹⁵ My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

¹¹ My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.

¹² They change the night into day: The light, `say they', is near unto the darkness.

¹³ If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness;

¹⁴ If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; To the worm, `Thou art' my mother, and my sister;

¹⁵ Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?

¹⁶ It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, When once there is rest in the dust.

¹ My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is `ready' for me.

¹¹ Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

¹² Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That thou settest a watch over me?

¹³ When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;

¹⁴ Then thou scarest me with dreams, And terrifiest me through visions:

¹⁵ So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than `these' my bones.

¹⁶ I loathe `my life'; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.