¹ I am the man that has seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.

⁷ Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah.

²¹ "Have pity on me, have pity on me, you my friends; For the hand of God has touched me.

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

¹⁶ Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.

²⁰ You, who have shown us many and bitter troubles, You will let me live. You will bring us up again from the depths of the earth.

³ He was despised, and rejected by men; a man of suffering, and acquainted with disease: and as one from whom men hide their face he was despised; and we didn't respect him.

¹⁷ I didn't sit in the assembly of those who make merry, nor rejoiced; I sat alone because of your hand; for you have filled me with indignation.

¹⁸ Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuses to be healed? will you indeed be to me as a deceitful [brook], as waters that fail?

¹⁴ Cursed be the day in which I was born: don't let the day in which my mother bore me be blessed.

¹⁵ Cursed be the man who brought news to my father, saying, A man-child is born to you; making him very glad.

¹⁶ Let that man be as the cities which Yahweh overthrew, and didn't repent: and let him hear a cry in the morning, and shouting at noontime;

¹⁷ because he didn't kill me from the womb; and so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great.

¹⁸ Why came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?

⁶ Then took they Jeremiah, and cast him into the dungeon of Malchijah the king's son, that was in the court of the guard: and they let down Jeremiah with cords. In the dungeon there was no water, but mire; and Jeremiah sank in the mire.

¹² Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? Look, and see if there be any sorrow like my sorrow, which is brought on me, With which Yahweh has afflicted [me] in the day of his fierce anger.

¹³ From on high has he sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them; He has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: He has made me desolate and faint all the day.

¹⁴ The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand; They are knit together, they are come up on my neck; he has made my strength to fail: The Lord has delivered me into their hands, against whom I am not able to stand.