Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is my grief, and I must bear it.

Sorrow is mine for I am wounded! my wound may not be made well; and I said, Cruel is my disease, I may not be free from it.

Ουαι εις εμε δια την θραυσιν μου· η πληγη μου ειναι οδυνηρα. αλλ' εγω ειπα, Τωοντι τουτο ειναι πονος μου, και πρεπει να υποφερω αυτον.

Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.