1And now, behold, those that are inferior to me have laughed at me 2In those days that I despised their fathers and I did not value them with the dogs of my flocks 3And the power of their hands, why did it go to me? 4For all strength was lost upon them 5And with force he will seek for them like a thief with the strength of a torrent 6To dwell in caverns of dust and stones 7And under cliffs and under thorn bushes 8The foolish children will be overthrown with evil children; there they will be leveled from the Earth 9And now I have been their meditation, and I have been a horror to them 10They despise me and are removed far from me and they did not restrain spitting from my face 11Because they started after me and they humiliated me, and they put a bridle in my mouth 12On my right they stood up and they tripped up my feet and they confused me in the path of their ways 13And they entangled my steps for nothing, and they rejoiced for whatever happened to me, and they will have no helper 14As a great ruin will come, and they will be broken under a hurricane 15For they turned trouble against me and pursued my path like the wind, and my salvation is passing like a cloud 16And now my soul is troubled, and the days of my affliction have surrounded me 17In the night my bones weigh upon me, and my body does not rest in an abundance of power 18I am clothed with garments and I am girded in my tunic 19They likened me to mud and I am compared to dust and ashes 20I shall cry to you and you will not answer me; I stood and you noticed me 21And you have made me an enemy to you, and with the strength of your hands you have bound me 22And you have picked me up and you caused me to lie down on the wind, and you afflicted me and you made me wretched 23Therefore I know that you will return me from death to the house and the meeting of All Life 24However, he will not reach his hand against me, and whenever I have cried out to him, he will save me 25I wept for the poor by day, and my soul was troubled for the afflicted one 26I have waited for good and evil came; I have waited for the light, and blackness came 27My bowels were alarmed and did not cease, the days of my affliction went before me 28I have walked sadly without anger, I stood in the assembly and I wept 29I have been a brother to jackals, and a friend to the daughters of ostriches 30My skin is shrunken against me, and my bones are warped as if by parching heat 31My harp was for grieving, and my song for the voice of weeping The Peshitta Holy Bible Translated Translated by Glenn David Bauscher Glenn David Bauscher Lulu Publishing Copyright © 2018 Lulu Publishing 3rd edition Copyright © 2019 |