¹⁷ You have removed my soul far off from peace; I forgot prosperity.

¹¹ We roar all like bears, and moan sore like doves: we look for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.

¹⁰ For before those days there was no wages for man, nor any wages for an animal; neither was there any peace to him who went out or came in, because of the adversary. For I set all men everyone against his neighbor.

¹⁶ For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water; Because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me: My children are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.

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?

⁵ For thus says Yahweh, Don't enter into the house of mourning, neither go to lament, neither bemoan them; for I have taken away my peace from this people, says Yahweh, even loving kindness and tender mercies.

¹⁹ Have you utterly rejected Judah? has your soul loathed Zion? why have you struck us, and there is no healing for us? We looked for peace, but no good came; and for a time of healing, and, behold, dismay!

¹⁵ We looked for peace, but no good came; [and] for a time of healing, and, behold, dismay!

¹⁰ For the mountains may depart, and the hills be removed; but my loving kindness shall not depart from you, neither shall my covenant of peace be removed, says Yahweh who has mercy on you.

¹⁷ Behold, [it was] for [my] peace [that] I had great bitterness: But you have in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption; For you have cast all my sins behind your back.

¹⁵⁵ Salvation is far from the wicked, For they don't seek your statutes.

⁷ Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye shall no more see good.

³⁰ There will arise after them seven years of famine, and all the plenty will be forgotten in the land of Egypt. The famine will consume the land,