The spirit of a man sustaineth his sickness, And a smitten spirit who doth bear?
For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!
For I `am' poor and needy, And my heart hath been pierced in my midst.
Who is giving healing to the broken of heart, And is binding up their griefs.
Because of the voice of an enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked, For they cause sorrow to move against me, And in anger they hate me.
Fear and trembling come in to me, And horror doth cover me.
And Moses speaketh so unto the sons of Israel, and they hearkened not unto Moses, for anguish of spirit, and for harsh service.
A joyful heart maketh glad the face, And by grief of heart is the spirit smitten.
A rejoicing heart doth good to the body, And a smitten spirit drieth the bone.
For our glorying is this: the testimony of our conscience, that in simplicity and sincerity of God, not in fleshly wisdom, but in the grace of God, we did conduct ourselves in the world, and more abundantly toward you;
so that, on the contrary, `it is' rather for you to forgive and to comfort, lest by over abundant sorrow such a one may be swallowed up;
All joy count `it', my brethren, when ye may fall into temptations manifold;
in which ye are glad, a little now, if it be necessary, being made to sorrow in manifold trials,