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

“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.

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

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 am disgusted with my life. Let me complain freely. My bitter soul must complain.

The thought of my suffering and homelessness is bitter beyond words.I will never forget this awful time, as I grieve over my loss.

“ I cannot keep from speaking. I must express my anguish. My bitter soul must complain.

Day and night your hand of discipline was heavy on me. My strength evaporated like water in the summer heat. Interlude

If only he would tell you the secrets of wisdom, for true wisdom is not a simple matter. Listen! God is doubtless punishing you far less than you deserve!

“ If my misery could be weighed and my troubles be put on the scales,they would outweigh all the sands of the sea. That is why I spoke impulsively.

When I was in deep trouble, I searched for the Lord. All night long I prayed, with hands lifted toward heaven, but my soul was not comforted.I think of God, and I moan, overwhelmed with longing for his help. InterludeYou don’t let me sleep. I am too distressed even to pray!I think of the good old days, long since ended,when my nights were filled with joyful songs. I search my soul and ponder the difference now.Has the Lord rejected me forever? Will he never again be kind to me?Is his unfailing love gone forever? Have his promises permanently failed?Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he slammed the door on his compassion? Interlude