¹Môj duch je rozrušený; moje dni hasnú; zbývajú mi hroby.

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

²Je isté, že je posmech posmievačov u mňa, a moje oko má dlieť na ich poburovaní!

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

³Nože polož záloh; zaruč sa u seba za mňa! Lebo veď kde kto iný uderí do mojej ruky!

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

⁴Pretože si prikryl ich srdce, aby nerozumeli, preto ich ani nepovýšiš.

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

⁵Kto za podiel oznámi blížnych, toho synov oči sa zatmejú.

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

⁶Ale ma vystavil ľuďom za príslovie, a stal som sa takým, ktorému sa pľuje do tvári.

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

⁷Moje oko zoslablo od žiaľu, a všetky moje údy sú podobné tôni.

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

⁸Statoční ľudia priami sa hrozia nad tým, a nevinný sa poburuje nad pokrytcom.

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

⁹Avšak spravedlivý sa bude držať svojej cesty, a ten, kto je čistých rúk, priberie sily.

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

¹⁰Ale i vy všetci sa vráťte a nože poďte! Lež nenajdem medzi vami múdreho.

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

¹¹Moje dni sa pominuly; moje úmysly sú roztrhané, dedičstvá môjho srdca.

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

¹²Noc mi obracajú na deň, a zase vraj svetlo je blízko tmy.

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

¹³I keby som niečo očakával, jednako bude hrob mojím domom; vo tme si usteliem svoju ložu.

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

¹⁴Jame privolám: Ty si môj otec! Moja mať a moja sestra privolám červom.

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

¹⁵Kde je tedy moje očakávanie? A čo do môjho očakávania, kto kedy ho uvidí?

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

¹⁶Všetko to sostúpi k závorám hrobu, akže všetko spolu spočíva na prachu.

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