For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt: I mourn; dismay hath taken hold on me.

For the destruction of the daughter of my people I am broken: I am dressed in the clothing of grief; fear has taken me in its grip.

Δια το συντριμμα της θυγατρος του λαου μου επληγωθην, ειμαι εις πενθος, εκπληξις με κατελαβε.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.