1. And a speaker said to me, abundant in sorrow:
Poverty has exhausted you, and denied me, and was unjust,

2. So you came to walk in a way that is bent.
Say little of singing poetry and extravagance,

3. So I said, and tears flowed from the eye:
Adversity has taught me, and scarcity of kindness,

4. And lack of sleep when the night comes.
A man does not walk, rather it is sustenance that walks.