О сокрушении дщери народа моего я сокрушаюсь, хожу мрачен, ужас объял меня.
Since my people are crushed, I am crushed; I mourn, and horror grips me.
For the wound of the daughter of my people is my heart wounded; I mourn, and dismay has taken hold on me.
For the brokenness of the daughter of my people I am broken; I mourn, dismay has taken hold of me.
I hurt with the hurt of my people. I mourn and am overcome with grief.
For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.
For the hurt of the daughter of my people I am hurt. I am mourning; Astonishment has taken hold of me.
-- For the breach of the daughter of my people am I crushed; I go mourning; astonishment hath taken hold of me.