You are all miserable comforters!

Or what provokes you that you answer?

If your soul were in my soul’s place,

I could join words together against you,

and shake my head at you,

The solace of my lips would relieve you.

Though I forbear, what am I eased?

You have made all my company desolate.

My leanness rises up against me.

It testifies to my face.

He has gnashed on me with his teeth.

My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.

They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully.

They gather themselves together against me.

and casts me into the hands of the wicked.

Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces.

He has also set me up for his target.

He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare.

He pours out my bile on the ground.

He runs at me like a giant.

and have thrust my horn in the dust.

Deep darkness is on my eyelids.

and my prayer is pure.

Let my cry have no place to rest.

He who vouches for me is on high.

My eyes pour out tears to God,

of a son of man with his neighbor!

I will go the way of no return.