For they have pursued him Thou hast smitten, And recount of the pain of Thy pierced ones.

Among the dead -- free, As pierced ones lying in the grave, Whom Thou hast not remembered any more, Yea, they by Thy hand have been cut off.

For I am poor and needy, And my heart hath been pierced in my midst.

And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.

As to doings of man, Through a word of Thy lips I have observed The paths of a destroyer;

I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night on my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.