¹² For compassed me have evils innumerable, Overtaken me have mine iniquities, And I have not been able to see; They have been more than the hairs of my head, And my heart hath forsaken me.

²⁶ Consumed hath been my flesh and my heart, The rock of my heart and my portion `is' God to the age.

⁴ Those hating me without cause Have been more than the hairs of my head, Mighty have been my destroyers, My lying enemies, That which I took not away -- I bring back.

⁴ For mine iniquities have passed over my head, As a heavy burden -- too heavy for me.

³ Compassed me have cords of death, And straits of Sheol have found me, Distress and sorrow I find.

¹² Errors! who doth understand? From hidden ones declare me innocent,

¹⁸ because also Christ once for sin did suffer -- righteous for unrighteous -- that he might lead us to God, having been put to death indeed, in the flesh, and having been made alive in the spirit,

¹⁵ for we have not a chief priest unable to sympathise with our infirmities, but `one' tempted in all things in like manner -- apart from sin;

²⁶ men fainting at heart from fear, and expectation of the things coming on the world, for the powers of the heavens shall be shaken.

¹³ `And the tax-gatherer, having stood afar off, would not even the eyes lift up to the heaven, but was smiting on his breast, saying, God be propitious to me -- the sinner!

¹⁴ I say to you, this one went down declared righteous, to his house, rather than that one: for every one who is exalting himself shall be humbled, and he who is humbling himself shall be exalted.'

⁶ All of us like sheep have wandered, Each to his own way we have turned, And Jehovah hath caused to meet on him, The punishment of us all.

¹¹ Be not far from me, For adversity is near, for there is no helper.

¹² Many bulls have surrounded me, Mighty ones of Bashan have compassed me,

¹³ They have opened against me their mouth, A lion tearing and roaring.

¹⁴ As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.

¹⁵ Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.

¹⁶ And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.

¹⁷ I count all my bones -- they look expectingly, They look upon me,

¹⁸ They apportion my garments to themselves, And for my clothing they cause a lot to fall.

¹⁹ And Thou, O Jehovah, be not far off, O my strength, to help me haste.

²⁸ and he saith unto his brethren, `My money hath been put back, and also, lo, in my bag:' and their heart goeth out, and they tremble, one to another saying, `What `is' this God hath done to us!'