¹My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.

¹Mu vaim on murtud, mu päevad on kustutatud, mind ootavad hauad.

²Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?

²Tõesti, pilked on mu osa, ja nende tõrksusest on mu silm väsinud.

³Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?

³Pane ometi minu heaks pant tallele enese juurde! Kes muidu mu kasuks kätt lööks?

⁴For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.

⁴Et sa oled nende südamed arusaamisest võõrutanud, siis sa ei ülenda neid.

⁵He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.

⁵Kes kutsub sõbrad jagamisele, selle lastel tuhmuvad silmad.

⁶He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.

⁶Mind on antud inimestele sõnakõlksuks ja ma olen pealesülitamiseks nende ees.

⁷Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.

⁷Mu silm on kurbusest tuhm ja kõik mu liikmed on otsekui varjud.

⁸Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.

⁸Õiglased ehmuvad sellest ja süütu ärritub jumalavallatute pärast.

⁹The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.

⁹Aga õige püsib oma teel, ja kellel on puhtad käed, kasvab tugevuses.

¹⁰But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.

¹⁰Te kõik aga võite tulla taas, tarka ma teie hulgast ei leia.

¹¹My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.

¹¹Mu päevad on möödunud, katki kistud on mu kavatsused, mu südame soovid.

¹²They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.

¹²Need tegid öö päevaks: valgus oli lähemal kui pimedus.

¹³If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

¹³Kui ma veel võin loota, siis on surmavald mu koda, ma laotan oma aseme pimedusse.

¹⁴I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.

¹⁴Ma hüüan hauale: 'Sa oled mu isa!' ja ussikestele: 'Mu ema ja õde!'

¹⁵And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

¹⁵Kus on siis mu lootus, ja kes saaks mu lootust näha?

¹⁶They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.

¹⁶Minuga astud sa alla surmavalda, kui üheskoos põrmu vajume.'