1 I am a man seeing my poverty in the rod of his indignation.
2 He drove me, and brought into darknesses, and not into light.
3 Only he turned into me, and turned altogether his hand all day.
4 He made eld my skin, and my flesh; he all-brake my bones.
5 He builded in my compass, and he encompassed me with gall and travail.
6 He setted me in dark places, as everlasting dead men.
7 He builded about against me, that I go not out; he aggrieved my gyves or fetters.
8 But and when I cry and pray, he hath excluded my prayer.
9 He enclosed altogether my ways with square stones; he destroyed my paths.