¹ The word that Jeremiah the prophet spake unto Baruch the son of Neriah, when he wrote these word in a book at the mouth of Jeremiah, in the fourth year of Jehoiakim the son of Josiah, king of Judah, saying,

² Thus saith Jehovah, the God of Israel, unto thee, O Baruch:

³ Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for Jehovah hath added sorrow to my pain; I am weary with my groaning, and I find no rest.

⁴ Thus shalt thou say unto him, Thus saith Jehovah: Behold, that which I have built will I break down, and that which I have planted I will pluck up; and this in the whole land.

⁵ And seekest thou great things for thyself? seek them not; for, behold, I will bring evil upon all flesh, saith Jehovah; but thy life will I give unto thee for a prey in all places whither thou goest.

¹ Yahweh, don't rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.

² Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.

³ My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh--how long?

⁴ Return, Yahweh. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness' sake.

⁵ For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?

⁶ I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

⁷ My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.

⁸ Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.

⁹ Yahweh has heard my supplication. Yahweh accepts my prayer.

¹⁰ May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly. A meditation by David, which he sang to Yahweh, concerning the words of Cush, the Benjamite.