And be it still my consolation, Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.

So I would still have comfort, and I would have joy in the pains of death, for I have not been false to the words of the Holy One.

Και θελει εισθαι ετι η παρηγορια μου, οτι, και αν καταναλωθω εν τη θλιψει και αυτος δεν με λυπηθη, εγω δεν εκρυψα τους λογους του Αγιου.

Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.