For I was plagued all the day, and my reproof [was] every morning.

I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain it not.

My days have passed in groaning, and my heart strings are broken.

For if I remain, Hades is my habitation: and my bed has been made in darkness.

Where then is yet my hope? Or where shall I see my good?

But His form was ignoble, and inferior to that of the children of men; [He was] a man in suffering, and acquainted with the bearing of sickness, for His face has turned from [us]; He was dishonored, and not esteemed.

I am poured out like water, and all My bones are loosened; My heart in the midst of My belly has become like melting wax.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and My tongue is glued to My throat; and You have brought Me down to the dust of death.

For the arrows of the Lord are in my body, whose violence drinks up my blood: whenever I am going to speak, they pierce me.

Then neither will I refrain my mouth; I will speak being in distress; being in anguish I will disclose the bitterness of my soul.

I said that my bed should comfort me, and I would privately counsel with myself on my couch.

You will separate life from my spirit; and yet [keep] my bones from death.

The Lord also is pleased to purge Him from His stroke. If you give an offering for sin, Your soul shall see a long-lived seed;

Awake, O sword, against My shepherds, and against the man who is My citizen, says the Lord Almighty; strike the shepherds, and draw out the sheep: and I will bring My hand upon the little ones.

And being in agony, He prayed more fervently. Then His sweat became like great drops of blood falling down onto the ground.