2 Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?
3 These ten times ye put me to shame, ye blush not. Ye make yourselves strange to me --
4 And also -- truly, I have erred, With me doth my error remain.
5 If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against me my reproach;
6 Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round,
7 Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.
8 My way He hedged up, and I pass not over, And on my paths darkness He placeth.
