The lovingkindnesses of Yahweh, verily they are not exhausted, Verily! not at an end, are his compassions:

He hath worn out my flesh and my skin, hath broken my bones;

He hath built up against me, and carried round me, fortifications and a trench;

In dark places, hath he made me sit, like the dead of age-past times.

He hath walled up around me, that I cannot get out, hath weighted my fetter;

He hath walled in my ways with hewn stone, my paths, hath he caused to wind back.

Yea, when I make outcry and implore, he hath shut out my prayer;

My ways, hath he turned aside, and hath torn me in pieces, hath made me desolate;

A bear lying in wait, he is to me, a lion, in secret places;

He hath trodden his bow, and set me up, as a mark for the arrow.

I, am the man, that hath seen affliction, by the rod of his indignation;

Remember my humiliation and my fleeings, the wormwood and poison;

I have become a derision to all my people, their song all the day;

And thou hast thrust away from welfare, my soul, I have forgotten prosperity;

He hath caused to enter my reins, the sons of his quiver;

Good is Yahweh, to them who wait for him, to the soul that will seek him;

New things for the mornings! Abundant is thy faithfulness:

And I said, Vanished is mine endurance, even mine expectation, from Yahweh.

And he hath crushed, with gravel-stones, my teeth, hath made me cower in ashes;

Thou wilt, indeed remember, that, bowed down concerning myself, is my soul;

He hath sated me with bitter things, hath drenched me with wormwood.

Good it is - both to wait and to be silent, for the deliverance of Yahweh;

Surely My Lord, will not cast off, unto times age-abiding;

My portion, is Yahweh, saith my soul, For this cause, will I wait for him.

Me, hath he driven out and brought into darkness, and not light;

Surely, against me, doth he again and again, turn his hand all the day.

Let him give, to him that smiteth him, his cheek, let him be sated with reproach.

Good it is for a man, that he should bear the yoke in his youth.

Let him sit alone, and keep silence, because he took it upon himself:

Let him put, in the dust, his mouth, peradventure, there is hope!

This, will I bring back to my heart, therefore, will I hope.

Who was it that spake, and it was done, when , My Lord, had not commanded?

Let us search out our ways, and examine them well, and let us return unto Yahweh;

Out of the mouth of the Most High, Proceed there not misfortunes and blessing?

Surely, though he cause grief, yet will he have compassion, according to the multitude of his lovingkindnesses;

To crush, under his feet, any of the prisoners of the earth;

Surely he hath not afflicted from his heart, nor caused sorrow to the sons of men.

Why should a living son of earth complain, Let a man complain because of his sins?

Let us lift up our heart, to the opened palms, to the Mighty One in the heavens;

To turn aside the right of a man, before the face of the Most High;

I have called upon thy Name, O Yahweh, out of the dungeon below;

Thou drewest near, in the day I kept calling on thee, thou saidst, Do not fear!

To oppress a son of earth in his cause, My Lord, hath made no provision.

Thou hast covered thyself with anger, and pursued us, hast slain - hast not spared;

Offscouring and refuse, dost thou make us, in the midst of the peoples.

Mine eye dealeth severely with my soul, because of all the daughters of my city.

With streams of water, mine eye runneth down, over the grievous injury of the daughter of my people.

Thou hast pleaded, O My Lord, the pleas of my soul, hast redeemed my life;

They, have laid snares, for me as a bird, who are mine enemies without cause:

We, have trespassed and rebelled, Thou, hast not pardoned.

Mine eye, poureth itself out and ceaseth not, without relief;

Thou hast screened thyself with the clouds, that prayer, should not pass through;

With their mouth, opened wide over us, stand all our foes.

Terror and a pit, have befallen us, tumult and grievous injury;

They have cut off, in the dungeon, my life, and have cast a stone upon me;

Thou wilt render to them a recompense, O Yahweh, according to the work of their hands;

The lips of mine assailants, and their mutterings, are against me, all the day;

My voice, thou hast heard, - do not close thine ear to my respite, to mine outcry;

Thou wilt pursue in anger, and wilt destroy them, from under the heavens of Yahweh.

Waters, flowed over, my head, I said, I am cut off!

Until Yahweh out of the heavens shall look forth, and see,

Thou hast heard their reproach, O Yahweh, all their plots against me;

On their downsitting and their uprising, do thou look, I, am their song.

Thou hast seen all their vindictiveness, all their plots against me.

Thou wilt suffer them a veiling of heart, thy curse to them;

Thou hast beheld, O Yahweh, my failure to get justice, Pronounce thou my sentence;