1. Is there naught but a torrent of spilling blood
To quench the burning thirst of the wrathful?

2. Or naught but the saliva of vipers and snakes
To dispel the gloom from my heart?

3. I’ve come to hate this world. Is there no refuge
In another world for the fleeing?

4. Life has grown narrow for me, and I
Am narrower in it than a squeezed lad.

5. My soul is a burden heavy on my shoulders.
When will I cast off the burden from my shoulders?

6. They wrong people, but I sell to people with honesty.
When will I be under the soil's dust

7. Grinding me with merciless shackles?
And close my eyes to a world

8. Where none prospers except the wicked;
Where the liar gains his wishes

9. While misery is reserved for the truthful and honest;
Where welfare and bread have become

10. A monopoly for some, while woe to the thief;
They have created the thief out of need,

11. Yet it is said this is the Just Almighty's portioning.
O logic that has not been watered from a mind -

12. Dumbness is better than speaking to the idiot.
Justice has been erased, so there is no justice;

13. Is there no destroyer for the people of the earth?
When will I see right and its people

14. Ascending from the lowest to the highest places?
And see wrong and its people

15. Plunging from the highest to the grinding.