²⁸ Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.

⁹ I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?

² For thou `art' the God of my strength. Why hast Thou cast me off? Why mourning do I go up and down, In the oppression of an enemy?

⁶ I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.

⁷ Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.

³ He is despised, and left of men, A man of pains, and acquainted with sickness, And as one hiding the face from us, He is despised, and we esteemed him not.

⁴ Surely our sicknesses he hath borne, And our pains -- he hath carried them, And we -- we have esteemed him plagued, Smitten of God, and afflicted.

¹ I `am' the man `who' hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.

² Me He hath led, and causeth to go `in' darkness, and without light.

³ Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.