I am bowed down and brought very low; all day long I go about mourning.

我疼痛，大大拳曲，终日哀痛。

我疼痛，大大蜷曲，整日哀痛。

我疼痛，大大蜷曲，整日哀痛。

我疼得弯腰驼背，终日哀伤。

我屈身弯腰，弯到极低，整天哀痛，到处行走。

我屈身弯腰，低到极处，终日在哀痛中行走；

我疼痛，大大拳曲，終日哀痛。

我疼痛，大大蜷曲，整日哀痛。

我疼痛，大大蜷曲，整日哀痛。

我疼得彎腰駝背，終日哀傷。

我屈身彎腰，彎到極低，整天哀痛，到處行走。

我彎腰屈身，俯首俯到極低，終日走來走去地悲哀。

我屈身彎腰，低到極處，終日在哀痛中行走；

我傴僂而拳曲、終日悲哀兮、

我躬拳曲、終日殷憂兮、

我身屈折、體極拳曲、終日焦愁、

瘡痍已遍體。祗緣心不靈。

I am bent over. I’ve been brought very low. All day long I go around weeping.

I am utterly bowed down and prostrate; all the day I go about mourning.

I am bent over and racked with pain. All day long I walk around filled with grief.

I am bent over and brought very low; all day long I go around in mourning.

I am bent over and greatly bowed down; I go in mourning all day long.

I am troubled, I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

I am bent over and brought low; all day long I go around in mourning.

I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

I am dazed and completely humiliated; all day long I walk around mourning.

I am in pain and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.

I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.

I went about mourning as though for my friend or brother. I bowed my head in grief as though weeping for my mother.

I say to God my Rock,“ Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?”

Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.

You are God my stronghold. Why have you rejected me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?

I am worn out from my groaning. All night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.

my eyes are dim with grief. I call to you, Lord, every day; I spread out my hands to you.

The Lord upholds all who fall and lifts up all who are bowed down.

My life is consumed by anguish and my years by groaning; my strength fails because of my affliction, and my bones grow weak.

I cried like a swift or thrush, I moaned like a mourning dove. My eyes grew weak as I looked to the heavens. I am being threatened; Lord, come to my aid!”

They spread a net for my feet— I was bowed down in distress. They dug a pit in my path— but they have fallen into it themselves.