For there have closed in upon me, misfortunes beyond number, Mine iniquities have overtaken me, and I cannot see, They have become more than the hairs of my head, And, my courage, hath forsaken me!
For, mine iniquities, have passed over my head, Like a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me:
More than the hairs of my head, Are they who hate me without cause, - Firmer than my bones, Are they who are my foes for false cause, - What I had not plundered, then, had I to restore.
Failed have my flesh and my heart, The rock of my heart - and my portion, is God unto times age-abiding.
The meshes of death encompassed me, and the distresses of hades, came upon me, Peril and sorrow, I found;
So he said unto his brethren My silver hath been returned, yea verily, there it is in my sack! Then went forth their heart and they turned trembling - each man unto his brother saying. Wharf is this that God hath done to us?
Be not far from me, for, distress, is near, For there is none to help.
We all, like sheep, had gone astray, Every man - to his way, had we burned, - And Yahweh! caused to light upon him The guilt of, us all!
But, the tax-collector, afar off, standing, - would not so much as lift up, his eyes, unto heaven, but kept smiting his own breast saying - O God! be propitiated unto me, the sinner!
Men fainting, from fear and expectation of the things overtaking the inhabited earth. For, the powers of the heavens, will be shaken.
For we have not a high-priest unable to have fellow-feeling with our weaknesses, but one tested in all respects, by way of likeness, apart from sin.
Because, Christ also, once for all, concerning sins, died, - Just in behalf of unjust, - in order that he might introduce us unto God; being put to death, indeed, in flesh, but made alive in spirit, -