Sorrow is mine, my mother, because you have given birth to me, a cause of fighting and argument in all the earth! I have not made men my creditors and I am not in debt to any, but every one of them is cursing me.
Is it possible for iron to be broken; even iron from the north, and brass?
I will give your wealth and your stores to your attackers, without a price, because of all your sins, even in every part of your land.
They will go away with your haters into a land which is strange to you: for my wrath is on fire with a flame which will be burning on you.
O Lord, you have knowledge: keep me in mind and come to my help, and give their right reward to those who are attacking me; take me not away, for you are slow to be angry: see how I have undergone shame because of you from all those who make little of your word;
But to me your word is a joy, making my heart glad; for I am named by your name, O Lord God of armies.
I did not take my seat among the band of those who are glad, and I had no joy; I kept by myself because of your hand; for you have made me full of wrath.
Why is my pain unending and my wound without hope of being made well? Sorrow is mine, for you are to me as a stream offering false hope and as waters which are not certain.
For this cause the Lord has said, If you will come back, then I will again let you take your place before me; and if you give out what is of value and not that which has no value, you will be as my mouth: let them come back to you, but do not go back to them.
And I will make you a strong wall of brass to this people; they will be fighting against you, but they will not overcome you: for I am with you to keep you safe, says the Lord.
I will keep you safe from the hands of the evil-doers, and I will give you salvation from the hands of the cruel ones.