¹Brudt er min Ånd, mine Dage slukt, og Gravene venter mig;

¹My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished — graves [are] for me.

²visselig, Spot er min Del, og bittert er, hvad mit Øje må skue.

²If not — mockeries [are] with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.

³Stil Sikkerhed for mig hos dig! Hvem anden giver mig Håndslag?

³Place, I pray Thee, my pledge with Thee; Who is he that striketh hand with me?

⁴Thi du lukked deres Hjerte for Indsigt, derfor vil du ikke ophøje dem;

⁴For their heart Thou hast hidden From understanding, Therefore Thou dost not exalt them.

⁵den, der forråder Venner til Plyndring, hans Sønners Øjne hentæres.

⁵For a portion he sheweth friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.

⁶Til Mundheld har du gjort mig for Folk, jeg er blevet et Jærtegn for dem;

⁶And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.

⁷mit Øje er sløvet af Kvide, som Skygger er mine Lemmer til Hobe;

⁷And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.

⁸retsindige stivner af Rædsel ved sligt, over vanhellig harmes den skyldfri,

⁸Astonished are the upright at this, And the innocent against the profane Stirreth himself up.

⁹men den retfærdige holder sin Vej, en renhåndet vokser i Kraft.

⁹And the righteous layeth hold [on] his way, And the clean of hands addeth strength, And — dumb are they all.

¹⁰Men I, mød kun alle frem igen, en Vismand fnder jeg ikke iblandt jer!

¹⁰Return, and come in, I pray you, And I find not among you a wise man.

¹¹Mine Dage stunder mod Døden, brudt er mit Hjertes Ønsker;

¹¹My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!

¹²Natten gør jeg til Dag, Lyset for mig er Mørke;

¹²Night for day they appoint, Light [is] near because of darkness.

¹³vil jeg håbe, får jeg dog Bolig i Døden, jeg reder i Mørket mit Leje,

¹³If I wait — Sheol [is] my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.

¹⁴Graven kalder jeg Fader, Forrådnelsen Moder og Søster.

¹⁴To corruption I have called: — `Thou [art] my father.` `My mother` and `my sister` — to the worm.

¹⁵Hvor er da vel mit Håb, og hvo kan øjne min Lykke?

¹⁵And where [is] now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?

¹⁶Mon de vil følge mig ned i Dødsriget, skal sammen vi synke i Støvet?

¹⁶[To] the parts of Sheol ye go down, If together on the dust we may rest.