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

⁴ For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.

⁴⁴ Being in agony he prayed more earnestly. His sweat became like great drops of blood falling down on the ground.

⁷ "Awake, sword, against my shepherd, And against the man who is close to me," says Yahweh of Hosts. Strike the shepherd, and the sheep will be scattered; And I will turn my hand against the little ones.

¹⁰ Yet it pleased Yahweh to bruise him; he has put him to grief: when you shall make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see [his] seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of Yahweh shall prosper in his hand.

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.

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

¹⁴ I am poured out like water. 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. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.

¹¹ My days are past, my plans are broken off, As are the thoughts of my heart.

¹² They change the night into day, Saying 'The light is near' in the presence of 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, 'You are my father;' To the worm, 'My mother,' and 'my sister;'

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

¹⁶ Shall it go down with me to the gates of Sheol, Or descend together into the dust?"

¹ "My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.

¹¹ "Therefore I will not keep silent. 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 you put a guard over me?

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

¹⁴ Then you scar me with dreams, And terrify me through visions:

¹⁵ So that my soul chooses strangling, Death rather than my bones.

¹⁶ I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone; for my days are but a breath.