For I have been troubled all the day; every morning have I undergone punishment.

Why is my pain unending and my wound without hope of being made well? Sorrow is mine, for you are to me as a stream offering false hope and as waters which are not certain.

My eyes are streaming without stopping, they have no rest,

The lips of those who came up against me, and their thoughts against me all the day.

I have become the sport of all the peoples; I am their song all the day.

From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.

Truly against me his hand has been turned again and again all the day.

(Because the soul of that upright man living among them was pained from day to day by seeing and hearing their crimes):

And the Evil One who put them in error was sent down into the sea of ever-burning fire, where the beast and the false prophet are, and their punishment will go on day and night for ever and ever.