3:14. He. I am made a derision to all my people, their song all the day long.
3:15. He. He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath inebriated me with wormwood.
3:16. Vau. And he hath broken my teeth one by one, he hath fed me with ashes.
3:17. Vau. And my soul is removed far off from peace, I have forgotten good things.
3:18. Vau. And I said: My end and my hope is perished from the Lord.
3:19. Zain. Remember my poverty, and transgression, the wormwood and the gall.
3:20. Zain. I will be mindful and remember, and my soul shall languish within me.
3:21. Zain. These things I shall think over in my heart, therefore will I hope.
3:22. Heth. The mercies of the Lord that we are not consumed: because his commiserations have not failed.
3:23. Heth. They are new every morning, great is thy faithfulness.