But nowוְעַתָּהthey laughשָׂחֲקוּat me,עָלַיthose youngerצְעִירִיםthan Iמִמֶּנִּיin days,לְיָמִיםwhoseאֲשֶׁרfathersאֲבוֹתָםI despisedמָאַסְתִּיto putלָשִׁיתwithעִםthe dogsכַּלְבֵיof my flock.צֹאנִי
Evenגַּםthe strengthכֹּחַof their hands,יְדֵיהֶםwhat useלָמָּהwas it to me?לִּיIn themעָלֵימוֹfull maturityכָּלַחhad perished.אָבַד
Through wantבְּחֶסֶרand famineוּבְכָפָןthey are barren;גַּלְמוּדthey gnawהַעֹרְקִיםthe dry land,צִיָּהlast nightאֶמֶשׁdesolationשׁוֹאָהand ruin.וּמְשֹׁאָה
They pluckהַקֹּטְפִיםsalt herbמַלּוּחַbyעֲלֵיthe brush,שִׂיחַand the rootוְשֹׁרֶשׁof the broomרְתָמִיםis their bread.לַחְמָם
From the midstמִן גֵּוthey are driven out;יְגֹרָשׁוּthey shoutיָרִיעוּat themעָלֵימוֹas at a thief.כַּגַּנָּב
In the ravineבַּעֲרוּץof the streamsנְחָלִיםthey must dwell,לִשְׁכֹּןin holesחֹרֵיof the dustעָפָרand in the crags.וְכֵפִים
Amongבֵּיןthe bushesשִׂיחִיםthey bray;יִנְהָקוּunderתַּחַתthe nettlesחָרוּלthey huddle together.יְסֻפָּחוּ
Sonsבְּנֵיof a fool,נָבָלsonsבְּנֵיalsoגַּםwithoutבְלִיa name,שֵׁםthey were beaten outנִכְּאוּofמִןthe land.הָאָרֶץ
But nowוְעַתָּהI have becomeהָיִיתִיtheir song,נְגִינָתָםand I amוָאֱהִיto themלָהֶםa byword.לְמִלָּה
They abhor me,תִּעֲבוּנִיthey keep farרָחֲקוּfrom me,מֶנִּיand from my faceוּמִפָּנַיthey do notלֹאhold backחָשְׂכוּspit.רֹק
Forכִּיhe has loosedפִתַּחmy cordיִתְרִיand afflicted me,וַיְעַנֵּנִיand the bridleוְרֶסֶןbefore meמִפָּנַיthey have cast off.שִׁלֵּחוּ
On my rightעַל יָמִיןthe broodפִּרְחַחrises;יָקוּמוּthey push awayשִׁלֵּחוּmy feetרַגְלַיand build upוַיָּסֹלּוּagainst meעָלַיthe pathsאָרְחוֹתof their calamity.אֵידָם
They break upנָתְסוּmy path;נְתִיבָתִיthey furtherיֹעִילוּmy calamity,לְהַוָּתִיwith no oneלֹאhelpingעֹזֵרthem.לָמוֹ
As through a wideכְּ רָחָבbreachפֶרֶץthey come;יֶאֱתָיוּunderתַּחַתthe desolationשֹׁאָהthey roll about.הִתְגַּלְגָּלוּ
Terrorsבַּלָּהוֹתare turnedהָהְפַּךְupon me;עָלַיthey pursueתִּרְדֹּףlike the windכָּרוּחַmy nobility,נְדִבָתִיand like a cloudוּכְעָבmy salvationיְשֻׁעָתִיhas passed away.עָבְרָה
And nowוְעַתָּהwithin meעָלַיmy soulנַפְשִׁיis poured out;תִּשְׁתַּפֵּךְdaysיְמֵיof afflictionעֹנִיseize me.יֹאחֲזוּנִי
By nightלַיְלָהmy bonesעֲצָמַיare piercedנִקַּרin me,מֵעָלָיand those gnawing meוְעֹרְקַיdo notלֹאlie down.יִשְׁכָּבוּן
With greatבְּרָבforceכֹּחַmy garmentלְבוּשִׁיis disfigured;יִתְחַפֵּשׂlike the collarכְּפִיof my tunicכֻתָּנְתִּיit binds me.יַאַזְרֵנִי
He has cast meהֹרָנִיinto the mud,לַחֹמֶרand I have become likeוָאֶתְמַשֵּׁלdustכֶּעָפָרand ashes.וָאֵפֶר
I cry for helpאֲשַׁוַּעto you,אֵלֶיךָand you do notוְלֹאanswer me;תַעֲנֵנִיI stand up,עָמַדְתִּיand you consider me.וַתִּתְבֹּנֶן בִּי
You have turnedתֵּהָפֵךְcruelלְאַכְזָרto me;לִיwith the mightבְּעֹצֶםof your handיָדְךָyou bear a grudge against me.תִשְׂטְמֵנִי
You lift me upתִּשָּׂאֵנִיtoאֶלthe wind,רוּחַyou make me ride it,תַּרְכִּיבֵנִיand you melt awayוּתְמֹגְגֵmyנִיsuccess.תּוּשִׁיָּה
ForכִּיI knowיָדַעְתִּיthat to deathמָוֶתyou will bring me back,תְּשִׁיבֵנִיand to the houseוּבֵיתappointedמוֹעֵדfor everyלְכָלliving one.חָי
Yetאַךְdoes one notלֹאstretch outיִשְׁלַחa handיָדin pleading?בְעִיOr inאִם בְּhis misfortuneפִידוֹfor that reasonלָהֶןis there not a cry for help?שׁוּעַ
Did notאִם לֹאI weepבָכִיתִיfor the one whose day was hard?לִקְשֵׁה יוֹםWas not my soulנַפְשִׁיgrievedעָגְמָהfor the needy?לָאֶבְיוֹן
ForכִּיI hoped forקִוִּיתִיgood,טוֹבand evilרָעcame;וַיָּבֹאand I waitedוַאֲיַחֲלָהfor light,לְאוֹרand gloomאֹפֶלcame.וַיָּבֹא
My inward partsמֵעַיboilרֻתְּחוּand are notוְלֹאsilent;דָמּוּdaysיְמֵיof afflictionעֹנִיhave come to meet me.קִדְּמֻנִי
In mourningקֹדֵרI go aboutהִלַּכְתִּיwithoutבְּלֹאsun;חַמָּהI stand upקַמְתִּיin the assemblyבַקָּהָלand cry for help.אֲשַׁוֵּעַ
A brotherאָחI have becomeהָיִיתִיto jackals,לְתַנִּיםand a companionוְרֵעַto ostriches.לִבְנוֹת יַעֲנָה
My skinעוֹרִיturns blackשָׁחַרon me,מֵעָלָיand my bonesוְעַצְמִיburnחָרָהwithמִנִּיheat.חֹרֶב
And my lyreוַ כִּנֹּרִיhas becomeיְהִיmourning,לְאֵבֶלand my fluteוְעֻגָבִיthe voiceלְקוֹלof those who weep.בֹּכִים