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

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

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 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 walk in gloom, without sunlight. I stand in the public square and cry for help.

I was sad, as though they were my friends or family, as if I were grieving for my own mother.

“ O God my rock,” I cry,“ why have you forgotten me? Why must I wander around in grief, oppressed by my enemies?”

Why am I discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? I will put my hope in God! I will praise him again— my Savior and

For you are God, my only safe haven. Why have you tossed me aside? Why must I wander around in grief, oppressed by my enemies?

I am worn out from sobbing. All night I flood my bed with weeping, drenching it with my tears.

My eyes are blinded by my tears. Each day I beg for your help, O Lord; I lift my hands to you for mercy.

The Lord helps the fallen and lifts those bent beneath their loads.

I am dying from grief; my years are shortened by sadness. Sin has drained my strength; I am wasting away from within.

Delirious, I chattered like a swallow or a crane, and then I moaned like a mourning dove. My eyes grew tired of looking to heaven for help. I am in trouble, Lord. Help me!”

My enemies have set a trap for me. I am weary from distress. They have dug a deep pit in my path, but they themselves have fallen into it. Interlude