Even to-day is my complaint rebellious: My stroke is heavier than my groaning.

Even today my outcry is bitter; his hand is hard on my sorrow.

Και την σημερον το παραπονον μου ειναι πικρον· η πληγη μου ειναι βαρυτερα του στεναγμου μου.

Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.