¹⁷ And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.

¹¹ We make a noise as bears -- all of us, And as doves we coo sorely; We wait for judgment, and there is none, For salvation -- it hath been far from us.

¹⁰ For, before those days there hath been no hiring of man, Yea, a hiring of beasts there is none; And to him who is going out, And to him who is coming in, There is no peace because of the adversary, And I send all men -- each against his neighbour.

¹⁶ For these I am weeping, My eye, my eye, is running down with waters, For, far from me hath been a comforter, Refreshing my soul, My sons have been desolate, For mighty hath been an enemy.

¹⁴ Cursed `is' the day in which I was born, The day that my mother bare me, Let it not be blessed!

¹⁵ Cursed `is' the man who bore tidings `to' my father, saying, `Born to thee hath been a child -- a male,' Making him very glad!

¹⁶ Then hath that man been as the cities, That Jehovah overthrew, and repented not, And he hath heard a cry at morning, And a shout at time of noon.

¹⁷ Because he hath not put me to death from the womb, And my mother is to me -- my grave, And her womb a pregnancy age-during.

¹⁸ Why `is' this? from the womb I have come out, To see labour and sorrow, Yea, consumed in shame are my days!

⁵ For thus said Jehovah: Do not enter the house of a mourning-feast, Nor go to lament nor bemoan for them, For I have removed My peace from this people, An affirmation of Jehovah, The kindness and the mercies.

¹⁹ Hast Thou utterly rejected Judah? Zion hath Thy soul loathed? Wherefore hast Thou smitten us, And there is no healing to us? Looking for peace, and there is no good, And for a time of healing, and lo, terror.

¹⁵ Looking for peace -- and there is no good, For a time of healing, and lo, terror.

¹⁰ For the mountains depart, and the hills remove, And My kindness from thee departeth not, And the covenant of My peace removeth not, Said hath thy loving one -- Jehovah.

¹⁷ Lo, to peace He changed for me bitterness, And Thou hast delighted in my soul without corruption, For Thou hast cast behind Thy back all my sins.

¹⁵⁵ Far from the wicked `is' salvation, For Thy statutes they have not sought.

⁷ Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.

³⁰ and seven years of famine have arisen after them, and all the plenty is forgotten in the land of Egypt, and the famine hath finished the land,