Why is my pain unending and my wound grievous and incurable? You are to me like a deceptive brook, like a spring that fails.

我的痛苦为何长久不止呢？我的伤痕为何无法医治、不能痊愈呢？难道你待我有诡诈，像流干的河道吗？

我的痛苦为何长久不止呢？我的伤痕为何无法可医，不能痊愈呢？难道你以诡诈待我，像流干的河道吗？

我的痛苦为何长久不止呢？我的伤痕为何无法可医，不能痊愈呢？难道你以诡诈待我，像流干的河道吗？

为什么我的痛楚无休无止？为什么我的创伤无法医治？难道你要像一条时断时流的小溪让我无法依靠吗？

我的痛苦为什么长久不止呢？我的创伤为什么无法医治，不得痊愈呢？你对我真的像叫人失望、靠不住的溪流吗？

我的痛苦為何長久不止呢？我的傷痕為何無法醫治、不能痊癒呢？難道你待我有詭詐，像流乾的河道嗎？

我的痛苦為何長久不止呢？我的傷痕為何無法可醫，不能痊癒呢？難道你以詭詐待我，像流乾的河道嗎？

我的痛苦為何長久不止呢？我的傷痕為何無法可醫，不能痊癒呢？難道你以詭詐待我，像流乾的河道嗎？

為什麼我的痛楚無休無止？為什麼我的創傷無法醫治？難道你要像一條時斷時流的小溪讓我無法依靠嗎？

我的痛苦為甚麼長久不止呢？我的創傷為甚麼無法醫治，不得痊愈呢？你對我真的像叫人失望、靠不住的溪流嗎？

我的傷痛為甚麼長久不止呢？我受的擊傷為甚麼無法醫治，拒絕受治療呢？難道你待我、就像欺人的河流，靠不住的溪水麼？

我之痛苦、奚久不已、我之創傷、何為不瘳、爾之於我、果如無常之溪、無水之井乎、○

予創傷未痊、殘缺未醫、曷故。爾之待我、若泉之忽竭、使人絕望、曷故。

我之痛楚、恆久不息、我之創傷甚危、不得醫痊何故、主使我失望、若人望得水、而泉源忽竭、

Why does my pain never end? Why is my wound so deep? Why can’t I ever get well? To me you are like a stream that runs dry. You are like a spring that doesn’t have any water.

Why is my pain unceasing, my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? Will you be to me like a deceitful brook, like waters that fail?

Why then does my suffering continue? Why is my wound so incurable? Your help seems as uncertain as a seasonal brook, like a spring that has gone dry.”

Why has my pain become unending, my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? You truly have become like a mirage to me— water that is not reliable.

Why has my pain been endless And my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? Will You indeed be to me like a deceptive stream With water that is unreliable?

Why is my pain perpetual And my wound incurable, Which refuses to be healed? Will You surely be to me like an unreliable stream, As waters that fail?

Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou indeed be unto me as a deceitful brook, as waters that fail?

Why has my pain become unending, my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? You truly have become like a mirage to me— water that is not reliable.

Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable,[ which] refuseth to be healed? wilt thou be altogether unto me as a liar,[ and as] waters[ that] fail?

Why must I continually suffer such painful anguish? Why must I endure the sting of their insults like an incurable wound? Will you let me down when I need you like a brook one goes to for water, but that cannot be relied on?”

Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuses to be healed? Will you indeed be to me as a deceitful brook, like waters that fail?

Why do you cry out over your wound, your pain that has no cure? Because of your great guilt and many sins I have done these things to you.

For Samaria’s plague is incurable; it has spread to Judah. It has reached the very gate of my people, even to Jerusalem itself.

Although I am right, I am considered a liar; although I am guiltless, his arrow inflicts an incurable wound.’

You deceived me, Lord, and I was deceived; you overpowered me and prevailed. I am ridiculed all day long; everyone mocks me.

“ This is what the Lord says:“‘ Your wound is incurable, your injury beyond healing.

The nobles send their servants for water; they go to the cisterns but find no water. They return with their jars unfilled; dismayed and despairing, they cover their heads.

Today I have made you a fortified city, an iron pillar and a bronze wall to stand against the whole land— against the kings of Judah, its officials, its priests and the people of the land.They will fight against you but will not overcome you, for I am with you and will rescue you,” declares the Lord.

Have you rejected Judah completely? Do you despise Zion? Why have you afflicted us so that we cannot be healed? We hoped for peace but no good has come, for a time of healing but there is only terror.

My soul is in deep anguish. How long, Lord, how long?

But my brothers are as undependable as intermittent streams, as the streams that overflowwhen darkened by thawing ice and swollen with melting snow,but that stop flowing in the dry season, and in the heat vanish from their channels.Caravans turn aside from their routes; they go off into the wasteland and perish.The caravans of Tema look for water, the traveling merchants of Sheba look in hope.They are distressed, because they had been confident; they arrive there, only to be disappointed.

I am the man who has seen affliction by the rod of the Lord’s wrath.He has driven me away and made me walk in darkness rather than light;indeed, he has turned his hand against me again and again, all day long.He has made my skin and my flesh grow old and has broken my bones.He has besieged me and surrounded me with bitterness and hardship.He has made me dwell in darkness like those long dead.He has walled me in so I cannot escape; he has weighed me down with chains.Even when I call out or cry for help, he shuts out my prayer.He has barred my way with blocks of stone; he has made my paths crooked.Like a bear lying in wait, like a lion in hiding,he dragged me from the path and mangled me and left me without help.He drew his bow and made me the target for his arrows.He pierced my heart with arrows from his quiver.I became the laughingstock of all my people; they mock me in song all day long.He has filled me with bitter herbs and given me gall to drink.He has broken my teeth with gravel; he has trampled me in the dust.I have been deprived of peace; I have forgotten what prosperity is.So I say,“ My splendor is gone and all that I had hoped from the Lord.”

How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me?How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and day after day have sorrow in my heart? How long will my enemy triumph over me?Look on me and answer, Lord my God. Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death,