They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of mine head: they that would destroy me, being mine enemies wrongfully, are mighty: then I restored that which I took not away.
flere end mit Hoveds Hår er de, der hader mig uden Grund, mange er de, som vil mig til Livs, uden Skel er mig fjendske; hvad jeg ikke har ranet, skal jeg dog erstatte!
Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.
Spot har ulægeligt knust mit Hjerte; jeg bied forgæves på Medynk, på Trøstere uden at finde;