“ Today also my complaint is bitter; my hand is heavy on account of my groaning.

“如今我的哀告还算为悖逆；我的责罚比我的唉哼还重。

“如今我的哀告还算为悖逆；我虽唉哼，他的手仍然重重责罚我。

“如今我的哀告还算为悖逆；我虽唉哼，他的手仍然重重责罚我。

“我的哀诉至今充满苦楚，祂的责罚使我呻吟不止。

“直到今日我还有苦情要申诉，我虽然叹息，他的手仍然沉重。

如今我的哀告還算為悖逆；我的責罰比我的唉哼還重。

「如今我的哀告還算為悖逆；我雖唉哼，他的手仍然重重責罰我。

「如今我的哀告還算為悖逆；我雖唉哼，他的手仍然重重責罰我。

「我的哀訴至今充滿苦楚，祂的責罰使我呻吟不止。

“直到今日我還有苦情要申訴，我雖然歎息，他的手仍然沉重。

『就是今日我的哀怨還是沉痛呢：我雖哀聲嘆氣，他的手仍重重責罰我。

今我之愬、謂為悖逆、而所受之譴責、甚於我之呻吟、

我心焦勞、大放厥詞、彼降重災、使我欷歔欲絕。

我苦自訴、至今猶視為悖逆、或作我辨白至今覺苦甚我受之譴責、甚於我之歎息、

“ Even today my complaint is bitter; his hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.

“ Even today my problems are more than I can handle. In spite of my groans, God’s hand is heavy on me.

“ My complaint today is still a bitter one, and I try hard not to groan aloud.

Today also my complaint is bitter. His hand is heavy despite my groaning.

“ Even today my complaint is rebellion; His hand is heavy despite my groaning.

“ Even today my complaint is bitter; My hand is listless because of my groaning.

Even to- day is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.

Today also my complaint is bitter. His hand is heavy despite my groaning.

Even to day[ is] my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.

“ Even today my complaint is still bitter; his hand is heavy despite my groaning.

“ Even today my complaint is rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.

“ I loathe my life; I will give free utterance to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

Remember my affliction and my wanderings, the wormwood and the gall!My soul continually remembers it and is bowed down within me.

“ Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

For day and night your hand was heavy upon me; my strength was dried up as by the heat of summer. Selah

and that he would tell you the secrets of wisdom! For he is manifold in understanding. Know then that God exacts of you less than your guilt deserves.

“ Oh that my vexation were weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances!For then it would be heavier than the sand of the sea; therefore my words have been rash.

In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying; my soul refuses to be comforted.When I remember God, I moan; when I meditate, my spirit faints. SelahYou hold my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.I consider the days of old, the years long ago.I said,“ Let me remember my song in the night; let me meditate in my heart.” Then my spirit made a diligent search:“ Will the Lord spurn forever, and never again be favorable?Has his steadfast love forever ceased? Are his promises at an end for all time?Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger shut up his compassion?” Selah