³ For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol.

¹⁸ All food doth their soul abominate, And they come nigh unto the gates of death,

³³ and he taketh Peter, and James, and John with him, and began to be amazed, and to be very heavy,

³⁴ and he saith to them, `Exceeding sorrowful is my soul -- to death; remain here, and watch.'

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.'

³⁹ And having gone forward a little, he fell on his face, praying, and saying, `My Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me; nevertheless, not as I will, but as Thou.'

¹⁵ He hath filled me with bitter things, He hath filled me `with' wormwood.

¹⁶ And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes.

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

¹⁸ And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.

¹⁹ Remember my affliction and my mourning, Wormwood and gall!

¹⁰ And Jehovah hath delighted to bruise him, He hath made him sick, If his soul doth make an offering for guilt, He seeth seed -- he prolongeth days, And the pleasure of Jehovah in his hand doth prosper.

¹¹ Of the labour of his soul he seeth -- he is satisfied, Through his knowledge give righteousness Doth the righteous one, My servant, to many, And their iniquities he doth bear.

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.

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.

²⁶ They go up `to' the heavens, they go down `to' the depths, Their soul in evil is melted.

¹⁴ Why, O Jehovah, castest Thou off my soul? Thou hidest Thy face from me.

¹⁵ I `am' afflicted, and expiring from youth, I have borne Thy terrors -- I pine away.

² In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.

¹⁷ And hide not Thy face from Thy servant, For I am in distress -- haste, answer me.

¹⁸ Be near unto my soul -- redeem it, Because of mine enemies ransom me.

¹⁹ Thou -- Thou hast known my reproach, And my shame, and my blushing, Before Thee `are' all mine adversaries.

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.

²¹ And they give for my food gall, And for my thirst cause me to drink vinegar.

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.

²⁰ Deliver from the sword my soul, From the paw of a dog mine only one.

²¹ Save me from the mouth of a lion: -- And -- from the horns of the high places Thou hast answered me!

²² And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.

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!