⁴ I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.

²⁵ And I -- I have been a reproach to them, They see me, they shake their head.

⁷ All beholding me do mock at me, They make free with the lip -- shake the head,

¹⁵ Clapped hands at thee have all passing by the way, They have hissed -- and they shake the head At the daughter of Jerusalem: `Is this the city of which they said: The perfection of beauty, a joy to all the land?'

¹⁶ To make their land become a desolation, A hissing age-during, Every passer by it is astonished, And bemoaneth with his head.

²¹ this `is' the word that Jehovah spake concerning him: `Trampled on thee -- laughed at thee, Hath the virgin daughter of Zion Behind thee shaken the head -- Hath the daughter of Jerusalem?

²⁶ and whether one member doth suffer, suffer with `it' do all the members, or one member is glorified, rejoice with `it' do all the members;

¹⁵ to rejoice with the rejoicing, and to weep with the weeping,

³⁹ and those passing by were speaking evil of him, wagging their heads,

⁴⁰ and saying, `Thou that art throwing down the sanctuary, and in three days building `it', save thyself; if Son thou art of God, come down from the cross.'

¹² `All things, therefore, whatever ye may will that men may be doing to you, so also do to them, for this is the law and the prophets.

¹⁵ This `is' the exulting city that is dwelling confidently, That is saying in her heart, `I `am', and beside me there is none,' How hath she been for a desolation, A crouching-place for beasts, Every one passing by her doth hiss, He doth shake his hand!

¹⁴ And the fool multiplieth words: `Man knoweth not that which is, And that which is after him, who doth declare to him?'

¹⁹ In the abundance of words transgression ceaseth not, And whoso is restraining his lips `is' wise.

¹⁴ Thou makest us a simile among nations, A shaking of the head among peoples.

¹⁶ And Job `with' vanity doth open his mouth, Without knowledge words he multiplieth.

² Is a multitude of words not answered? And is a man of lips justified?

¹⁴ To a despiser of his friends `is' shame, And the fear of the Mighty he forsaketh.

² O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!

³ For now, than the sands of the sea it is heavier, Therefore my words have been rash.

⁴ For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!

⁵ Brayeth a wild ass over tender grass? Loweth an ox over his provender?