I am utterly bowed down and prostrate; all the day I go about mourning.

我疼痛，大大拳曲，终日哀痛。

我疼痛，大大蜷曲，整日哀痛。

我疼痛，大大蜷曲，整日哀痛。

我疼得弯腰驼背，终日哀伤。

我屈身弯腰，弯到极低，整天哀痛，到处行走。

我屈身弯腰，低到极处，终日在哀痛中行走；

我疼痛，大大拳曲，終日哀痛。

我疼痛，大大蜷曲，整日哀痛。

我疼痛，大大蜷曲，整日哀痛。

我疼得彎腰駝背，終日哀傷。

我屈身彎腰，彎到極低，整天哀痛，到處行走。

我彎腰屈身，俯首俯到極低，終日走來走去地悲哀。

我屈身彎腰，低到極處，終日在哀痛中行走；

我傴僂而拳曲、終日悲哀兮、

我躬拳曲、終日殷憂兮、

我身屈折、體極拳曲、終日焦愁、

瘡痍已遍體。祗緣心不靈。

I am bowed down and brought very low; all day long I go about mourning.

I am bent over. I’ve been brought very low. All day long I go around weeping.

I am bent over and racked with pain. All day long I walk around filled with grief.

I am bent over and brought very low; all day long I go around in mourning.

I am bent over and greatly bowed down; I go in mourning all day long.

I am troubled, I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

I am bent over and brought low; all day long I go around in mourning.

I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

I am dazed and completely humiliated; all day long I walk around mourning.

I am in pain and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.

I go about darkened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.

I went about as though I grieved for my friend or my brother; as one who laments his mother, I bowed down in mourning.

I say to God, my rock:“ Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”

Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation

For you are the God in whom I take refuge; why have you rejected me? Why do I go about mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.

my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call upon you, O Lord; I spread out my hands to you.

The Lord upholds all who are falling and raises up all who are bowed down.

For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing; my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones waste away.

Like a swallow or a crane I chirp; I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my pledge of safety!

They set a net for my steps; my soul was bowed down. They dug a pit in my way, but they have fallen into it themselves. Selah