世路何崎嶇。小心斯無虞。莫令三寸舌。誤茲七尺軀。人前一啟齒。毀謗在須臾。

我默然无声，连好话也不出口；我的愁苦就发动了，

我默然无声，连好话也不出口，我的愁苦就更加深。

我默然无声，连好话也不出口，我的愁苦就更加深。

然而，我默不作声，连好话也不出口时，内心就更加痛苦。

我静默不出声，甚至连好话也不说（“甚至连好话也不说”或译：“我安静也得不到安慰”），我的痛苦就更加剧烈。

我默然不语，连好话也不出口，我的苦痛就加剧了。

我默然無聲，連好話也不出口；我的愁苦就發動了，

我默然無聲，連好話也不出口，我的愁苦就更加深。

我默然無聲，連好話也不出口，我的愁苦就更加深。

然而，我默不作聲，連好話也不出口時，內心就更加痛苦。

我靜默不出聲，甚至連好話也不說（“甚至連好話也不說”或譯：“我安靜也得不到安慰”），我的痛苦就更加劇烈。

我緘默無聲，我安靜都無用；我的痛苦搞得更厲害，

我默然不語，連好話也不出口，我的苦痛就加劇了。

我緘默無言、善言亦不出口、我之憂痛、更迫切兮、

予緘默無詞、雖有昌言、不敢啟齒、惟懷憂兮、

我緘默寂靜、即好言亦不出口、痛苦更為迫切、

So I remained utterly silent, not even saying anything good. But my anguish increased;

So I was completely silent. I didn’t even say anything good. But the pain inside me grew worse.

I was mute and silent; I held my peace to no avail, and my distress grew worse.

But as I stood there in silence— not even speaking of good things— the turmoil within me grew worse.

I was speechless and quiet; I kept silent, even from speaking good, and my pain intensified.

I was mute and silent, I refused to say even something good, And my pain was stirred up.

I was mute with silence, I held my peace even from good; And my sorrow was stirred up.

I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; And my sorrow was stirred.

I was speechless and quiet; I kept silent, even from speaking good, and my pain intensified.

I was dumb with silence, I held my peace,[ even] from good; and my sorrow was stirred.

I was stone silent; I held back the urge to speak. My frustration grew;

I was mute with silence. I held my peace, even from good. My sorrow was stirred.

凡吾輩所見所聞、不得不言也。』

毋以聖物畀犬、毋以珍珠投豕、恐為踐踏、反受其噬。

惟於司祭長及耆老之控訴、概不置答。比辣多曰：『人控爾多端、爾不聞乎？』仍默無一言、方伯異之。

仇人仍設網。殺我方甘心。群聚議詭計。終日出惡聲。裝啞不之答。作聾不之聽。