And they sat with him upon the ground, seven days and seven nights, - and none was speaking unto him a word, for they saw that, exceeding great, was the stinging pain.

But, his flesh, for himself, is in pain, and, his soul, for himself, doth mourn.

All the days of the lawless man, he, doth writhe with pain, and, the number of years, is hidden from the tyrant;

Though I do speak, unassuaged is my stinging pain, - And, if I forbear, of what am I relieved?

Or he is chastised with pain, upon his bed, and, the strife of his bones, is unceasing!