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

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

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 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 mourning without comfort; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.

I went about as though it were my friend or brother; I bowed down in mourning, like one who mourns for a mother.

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

Why are you in despair, my soul? And why are you restless within me? Wait for God, for I will again praise Him For the help of His presence, my God.

For You are the God of my strength; why have You rejected me? Why do I go about mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

I am weary with my sighing; Every night I make my bed swim, I flood my couch with my tears.

My eye grows dim from misery; I have called upon You every day, Lord; I have spread out my hands to You.

The Lord supports all who fall, And raises up all who are bowed down.

For my life is spent with sorrow And my years with sighing; My strength has failed because of my guilt, And my body has wasted away.

Like a swallow, like a crane, so I twitter; I moan like a dove; My eyes look wistfully to the heights; Lord, I am oppressed, be my security.

They have prepared a net for my steps; My soul is bowed down; They dug a pit before me; They themselves have fallen into the midst of it. Selah