He does not slander with his tongue,
Nor does evil to his neighbor,
Nor takes up a reproach against his friend;

I behaved as if grieving for my friend or my brother;
I bowed down in mourning, as one who sorrows for his mother.

Even my own close friend in whom I trusted,
Who ate my bread,
Has lifted up his heel against me [betraying me].

But it is you, a man my equal and my counsel,
My companion and my familiar friend;

The singers go in front, the players of instruments last;
Between them the maidens playing on tambourines.

Lover and friend You have placed far from me;
My familiar friends are in darkness.