In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.

For your sorrow will go from your memory, like waters flowing away:

Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my sorrow.

And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.

If my land has made an outcry against me, or the ploughed earth has been in sorrow;

Take care not to be turned to sin, for you have taken evil for your part in place of sorrow.

For this cause I give witness that what I said is false, and in sorrow I take my seat in the dust.