1. Cure me of both my diseases, so they may escape from them, oh refuge!
I have tasted sorrow and tasted bereavement, pleasures became unlawful after you.

2. Leave me be, for I have made my sadness a habit, not having chosen it.
Death, in his hands are arrows, neither missing their mark, nor blunted.

3. Remind with it, do you see, did incantations protect from it, when it came as a refuge?
I was distracted from seeking help, as if my bereavement counts the wipings - oh refuge!

4. My flowing hair has grown white from my worries - what do the generous suffer, oh refuge!
You faded, oh garden of wishes, so there is no comfort or refuge.

5. You took from me all resolve, that was undoing the twisting of strands.
My body melted into sickness for you, when you left the thickets, oh refuge!

6. My tears poured and my patience waned, complaining - no gentle rain.
My pride and pride of a loving heart, delight of my eye - do you not regard me?

7. Intellect and the full moon vanished from you, so I see neither this nor that.
My life blamed me, died doing good, and he who hurt and wronged me lived.

8. My sin is great, and my request is that God make you a refuge for me.