At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.
He runneth unto Him with a neck, With thick bosses of his shields.
God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.
And God hath made my heart soft, And the Mighty hath troubled me.
In His causing His lamp to shine on my head, By His light I walk `through' darkness.
I was not safe -- nor was I quiet -- Nor was I at rest -- and trouble cometh!
The roaring of a lion, And the voice of a fierce lion, And teeth of young lions have been broken.
For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!
A sea-`monster' am I, or a dragon, That thou settest over me a guard?
I have sinned, what do I to Thee, O watcher of man? Why hast Thou set me for a mark to Thee, And I am for a burden to myself -- and what?
Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.
But Thou hast smitten us in a place of dragons, And dost cover us over with death-shade.
Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.
He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
In their taking hold of thee by thy hand, -- thou art crushed, And hast rent to them all the shoulder, And in their leaning on thee thou art broken, And hast caused all their thighs to stand.
and he who is falling on this stone shall be broken, and on whomsoever it may fall it will crush him to pieces.'
who for my life their own neck did lay down, to whom not only I give thanks, but also all the assemblies of the nations --