There is no assuaging of thy hurt; thy wound is grievous: all that hear the report of thee clap their hands over thee; for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?

Your pain may not be made better; you are wounded to death: all those hearing the news about you will be waving their hands in joy over you: for who has not undergone the weight of your evil-doing again and again?

Δεν ειναι ιασις εις το συντριμμα σου· η πληγη σου ειναι χαλεπη· παντες οι ακουοντες την αγγελιαν σου θελουσι κροτησει χειρας επι σε· διοτι επι τινα δεν επηλθε παντοτε η κακια σου;

There is no healing of thy bruise; thy wound is grievous: all that hear the bruit of thee shall clap the hands over thee: for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?