⁴ Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.

² For as grass speedily they are cut off, And as the greenness of the tender grass do fade.

⁷ Withered hath grass, faded the flower, For the Spirit of Jehovah blew upon it, Surely the people `is' grass;

⁶ And Ezra riseth from before the house of God, and goeth unto the chamber of Jehohanan son of Eliashib; yea, he goeth there, bread he hath not eaten, and water he hath not drunk, for he is mourning because of the trespass of the removal.

¹¹ My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.

³ For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.

⁴ And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.

¹³ He hath caused to enter into my reins The sons of His quiver.

²⁰ Remember well, and bow down doth my soul in me.

³⁷ And having taken Peter, and the two sons of Zebedee, he began to be sorrowful, and to be very heavy;

³⁸ then saith he to them, `Exceedingly sorrowful is my soul -- unto death; abide ye here, and watch with me.'

⁹ and he was three days without seeing, and he did neither eat nor drink.

⁹ Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,

³ I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.

¹⁷ And the elders of his house rise against him, to raise him up from the earth, and he hath not been willing, nor hath he eaten with them bread;

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

¹ My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.

²⁰ And his life hath nauseated bread, And his soul desirable food.

² Favour me, O Jehovah, for I `am' weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,

³ And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?

⁶ In me doth my soul bow itself, Therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

⁴ My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.

⁵ Fear and trembling come in to me, And horror doth cover me.

²⁰ Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am sick, And I look for a bemoaner, and there is none, And for comforters, and I have found none.

⁷ And so he doth year by year, from the time of her going up into the house of Jehovah, so it provoketh her, and she weepeth, and doth not eat.

⁸ And Elkanah her husband saith to her, `Hannah, why weepest thou? and why dost thou not eat? and why is thy heart afflicted? am I not better to thee than ten sons?'