1. Oh my brothers, I am an object of mercy
If only the one complained to was compassionate

2. The unjust would stick to opposing all my affairs
And a heart cursed against me would obey it

3. And it changed from what I was accustomed to, and indeed
A great calamity has befallen me

4. The unjust grew weary of my affection and pretended
If only the pretense of the unjust would last