Pity me! pity me! ye, my friends, for, the hand of GOD, hath stricken me!

A joyful heart, maketh a pleasing countenance, - but, in sorrow of heart, is a stricken spirit.

A joyful heart, worketh an excellent cure, - but, a stricken spirit, drieth up the bone.

They have passed over the pare, Geba is his halting-place, - Terror-stricken is Ramah, Gibeah of Saul, hath fled!

Therefore shall, Moab, howl for, Moab, All that belong to her, shall wail, - For the ruins of Kir-hareseth, shall they moan out Utterly stricken!

Terror-stricken in Zion, - are sinners, Shuddering hath seized the impious, - Who among us can sojourn with a fire that devoureth? Who among us can sojourn with burnings age-abiding?

Yet surely, our sicknesses, he, carried, And, as for our pains, he bare the burden of them, - But, we, accounted him stricken. Smitten of God and humbled,

Better are the slain of the sword, than the slain of the famine, - for, these, pine away, stricken through, wanting the produce of the field.