I am the man a that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
Me hath he led, and brought into darkness, and not into light.
Surely against me hath he turned again and again his hand all the day.
My flesh and my skin hath he wasted away, he hath broken my bones.
He hath built against me, and encompassed [me] with gall and toil.
He hath made me to dwell in dark places as those that have been long dead.
He hath hedged me about that I cannot get out: he hath made my chain heavy.