From men who are thy hand, O Yahweh, From the men of this age, whose portion, is among the living, and, with thy treasure, thou fillest their bosom, - They must be satisfied with sons, And must leave their abundance to their children: -

But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth: I humbled my soul with fasting; and my prayer returned into mine own bosom.

Why withdrawest thou thy hand, even thy right hand? pluck it out of thy bosom.

And render unto our neighbours sevenfold into their bosom their reproach, wherewith they have reproached thee, O Lord.

Remember, Lord, the reproach of thy servants; how I do bear in my bosom the reproach of all the mighty people;

Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.

Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed and weak within me [wrapped in darkness];
My heart grows numb within me.