I am dazed and completely humiliated; all day long I walk around 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 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 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 in pain and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.

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

I mourned for them as I would for a friend or my brother. I bowed down in sorrow as if I were mourning for my mother.

I will pray to God, my high ridge:“ Why do you ignore me? Why must I walk around mourning because my enemies oppress me?”

Why are you depressed, O my soul? Why are you upset? Wait for God! For I will again give thanks to my God for his saving intervention.

For you are the God who shelters me. Why do you reject me? Why must I walk around mourning because my enemies oppress me?

I am exhausted as I groan; all night long I drench my bed in tears; my tears saturate the cushion beneath me.

My eyes grow weak because of oppression. I call out to you, O LORD, all day long; I spread out my hands in prayer to you.

The LORD supports all who fall, and lifts up all who are bent over.

For my life nears its end in pain; my years draw to a close as I groan. My strength fails me because of my sin, and my bones become brittle.

Like a swallow or a thrush I chirp, I coo like a dove; my eyes grow tired from looking up to the sky. O sovereign master, I am oppressed; help me!

They have prepared a net to trap me; I am discouraged. They have dug a pit for me. They will fall into it!( Selah)