1. How can I deal with a friend who, if I draw near to him,

    adds a cubit to the distance he keeps from me?

  2. And if I reach out my arm to him in fellowship,

    he widens the distance beyond a cubit’s measure to a fathom.

  3. My soul refuses to offer him anything but closeness,

    while his soul refuses anything but separation.

  4. We both strive: I draw near, and he draws away—

    thus, as far as I am able, and as far as he is able.

Sol 6.1