²⁸ I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.

⁹ I will say to God my Rock, Why have you let me go from your memory? why do I go in sorrow because of the attacks of my haters?

² You are the God of my strength; why have you put me from you? why do I go in sorrow because of the attacks of my haters?

⁶ I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.

⁷ Truly, I make an outcry against the violent man, but there is no answer: I give a cry for help, but no one takes up my cause.

³ Men made sport of him, turning away from him; he was a man of sorrows, marked by disease; and like one from whom men's faces are turned away, he was looked down on, and we put no value on him.

⁴ But it was our pain he took, and our diseases were put on him: while to us he seemed as one diseased, on whom God's punishment had come.

¹ I am the man who has seen trouble by the rod of his wrath.

² By him I have been made to go in the dark where there is no light.

³ Truly against me his hand has been turned again and again all the day.