How great things have we heard and known, and our fathers have told us.
Shall not my soul be subject to God? for from him is my salvation.
For I have always feared God as waves swelling over me; and his weight I was not able to bear.
Mem. Why hath a living man murmured, man suffering for his sins?
Be not thou a terror unto me: thou art my hope in the day of affliction.
Thou art thyself my king and my God, who commandest the saving of Jacob.
To thee, O God my God, I will give praise upon the harp: why art thou sad, O my soul? and why dost thou disquiet me?
Wherefore I will not spare my month, I will speak in the affliction of my spirit: I will talk with the bitterness of my soul.
For the arrows of the Lord are in me, the rage whereof drinketh up my spirit: and the terrors of the Lord war against me.
Vau. And my soul is removed far off from peace: I have forgotten good things.
And alibis children being gathered together to comfort their father in his sorrow, he would not receive comfort, but said: I will go down to my son into hell, mourning. And whilst he continued weeping,
Is it a great matter that God should comfort thee? But thy wicked words hinder this.
I will teach the unjust thy ways: and the wicked shall be converted to thee.
In my bed by night I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, and found him not.
Lord, they have sought after thee in distress: in the tribulation of murmuring thy instruction was with them.