For, whom Yahweh loveth, he correcteth, he causeth pain to the son in whom he delighteth.

Peace-offerings, are by me, to-day, have I paid my vows;

Of the fruit of a man's mouth, shall he be satisfied with good, and, the dealing of the hands of a son of earth, shall be paid back to him.

Even, in laughter, the heart may be in pain, and, the latter end of gladness, be grief.

Who hath woe? Who hath outcry of pain? Who hath contentions? Who hath complaining? Who hath needless wounds? Who hath dullness of eyes?

They smote me - I felt no pain, They struck me down - I noticed it not, - When shall I wake up? I will go on, I will seek it, again!