Even youngsters have scorned me; when I get up, they scoff at me.

If I lift myself up, you hunt me as a fierce lion, and again you display your power against me.

“This is why my troubled thoughts bring me back – because of my feelings within me.

Is not my power to help myself nothing, and has not every resource been driven from me?

“Now then, be good enough to look at me; and I will not lie to your face!

The eye of him who sees me now will see me no more; your eyes will look for me, but I will be gone.

You have seized me, and it has become a witness; my leanness has risen up against me and testifies against me.

All my closest friends detest me; and those whom I love have turned against me.

for while my spirit is still in me, and the breath from God is in my nostrils,

I cry out to you, but you do not answer me; I stand up, and you only look at me.

Have pity on me, my friends, have pity on me, for the hand of God has struck me.

If you say, ‘How we will pursue him, since the root of the trouble is found in him!’

Would he contend with me with great power? No, he would only pay attention to me.

The deep says, ‘It is not with me.’ And the sea says, ‘It is not with me.’