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

“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.

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

“ 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’m sick of living. So I’ll talk openly about my problems. I’ll speak out because my spirit is bitter.

I remember how I suffered and wandered. I remember how bitter my life was.I remember it very well. My spirit is very sad deep down inside me.

“ So I won’t keep quiet. When I’m suffering greatly, I’ll speak out. When my spirit is bitter, I’ll tell you how unhappy I am.

Day and night you punished me. I became weaker and weaker as I do in the heat of summer.

I wish he’d show you the secrets of wisdom. After all, true wisdom has two sides. Here’s what I want you to know. God has forgotten some of your sins.

“ I wish my great pain could be weighed! I wish all my suffering could be weighed on scales!I’m sure it would weigh more than the grains of sand on the seashore. No wonder I’ve been so quick to speak!

When I was in trouble, I looked to the Lord for help. During the night I lifted up my hands in prayer. But I refused to be comforted.God, I remembered you, and I groaned. I thought about you, and I became weak.You kept me from going to sleep. I was so troubled I couldn’t speak.I thought about days gone by. I thought about the years of long ago.I remembered how I used to sing praise to you in the night. I thought about it, and here is what I asked myself.“ Will the Lord turn away from us forever? Won’t he ever show us his kindness again?Has his faithful love disappeared forever? Has his promise failed for all time?Has God forgotten to help us? Has he held back his tender love because he was angry?”