Translations
Why does my pain never end? Why is my wound so severe it refuses to heal? Have You become to me like a deceptive stream — a spring that runs dry when I need it most?
Why has my pain been without end, and my wound incurable — refusing to be healed? Will You truly be to me like a deceptive brook, like waters that fail?
Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou be altogether unto me as a liar, and as waters that fail?
Why is my pain unending, and my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? You have indeed become like a mirage to me—water that is not there.

