Give ear to the voice of my grief; I have no comforter; all my haters have news of my troubles, they are glad because you have done it: let the day of fate come when they will be like me.

I said to myself, The Lord is my heritage; and because of this I will have hope in him.

For though he sends grief, still he will have pity in the full measure of his love.

You will give them their reward, O Lord, answering to the work of their hands.

You will let their hearts be covered over with your curse on them.

You will go after them in wrath, and put an end to them from under the heavens of the Lord.

The face of the Lord has sent them in all directions; he will no longer take care of them: they had no respect for the priests, they gave no honour to the old men.

Our breath of life, he on whom the holy oil was put, was taken in their holes; of whom we said, Under his shade we will be living among the nations.

Have joy and be glad, O daughter of Edom, living in the land of Uz: the cup will be given to you in your turn, and you will be overcome with wine and your shame will be seen.

The punishment of your evil-doing is complete, O daughter of Zion; never again will he take you away as a prisoner: he will give you the reward of your evil-doing, O daughter of Edom; he will let your sin be uncovered.