YLT(i)
7 Thou hast persuaded me, O Jehovah, and I am persuaded; Thou hast hardened me, and dost prevail, I have been for a laughter all the day, Every one is mocking at me,
8 Because from the time I speak I cry out, `Violence and destruction,' I cry, For the word of Jehovah hath been to me For reproach and for derision all the day.
9 And I said, `I do not mention Him, Nor do I speak any more in His name,' And it hath been in my heart As a burning fire shut up in my bones, And I have been weary of containing, And I am not able.
10 For I have heard the evil report of many, Fear is round about: `Declare, and we declare it,' All mine allies are watching for my halting, `Perhaps he is enticed, and we prevail over him, And we take our vengeance out of him.'
11 And Jehovah is with me, as a terrible mighty one, Therefore my persecutors stumble and prevail not, They have been exceedingly ashamed, For they have not acted wisely, Confusion age-during is not forgotten.
12 And, O Jehovah of Hosts, trier of the righteous, Beholder of reins and heart, I do see Thy vengeance out of them, For unto Thee I have revealed my cause.
13 Sing ye to Jehovah, praise Jehovah, For He hath delivered the soul of the needy From the hand of evil doers.
14 Cursed is the day in which I was born, The day that my mother bare me, Let it not be blessed! 15 Cursed is the man who bore tidings to my father, saying, `Born to thee hath been a child—a male,' Making him very glad! 16 Then hath that man been as the cities, That Jehovah overthrew, and repented not, And he hath heard a cry at morning, And a shout at time of noon. 17 Because he hath not put me to death from the womb, And my mother is to me—my grave, And her womb a pregnancy age-during. 18 Why is this? from the womb I have come out, To see labour and sorrow, Yea, consumed in shame are my days!
14 Cursed is the day in which I was born, The day that my mother bare me, Let it not be blessed! 15 Cursed is the man who bore tidings to my father, saying, `Born to thee hath been a child—a male,' Making him very glad! 16 Then hath that man been as the cities, That Jehovah overthrew, and repented not, And he hath heard a cry at morning, And a shout at time of noon. 17 Because he hath not put me to death from the womb, And my mother is to me—my grave, And her womb a pregnancy age-during. 18 Why is this? from the womb I have come out, To see labour and sorrow, Yea, consumed in shame are my days!