The Qumran Community · a new plain-English translation from the original language
[...] [their ear] [was stopped] to [your teachings] [until] [...] and [a perverse] [spirit]
[in] [lack of] [knowledge] you struck [from] [my depths] and [glory of] [heart] [...] and [there is] [no] [more] [for me]
[to] [a stumbling block of] iniquity [...] for you reveal your salvation, and your righteousness you establish forever [...] for not to [man] [belongs] his way [...]
[all] [these] [for] [your glory] you have done [...]
[I thank you], [O Lord], for you have set me at a spring of flowing water in dry ground, and a fountain of water in a parched land, and one who waters
a garden and a pool [...] the field, a planting of cypress and elm together with box-tree, for your glory, trees of
life, by a spring of mystery hidden in the midst of all trees by water [...] and they came to put forth a shoot for an eternal planting [...]
to take root before they bloom, and their roots to [the stream] they send out [...] and its trunk opens to living waters
and it becomes an eternal spring [...] and on its shoot's leaves all [beasts] of the forest graze [...] and its trunk is a trampling-place for all who pass by
the way, and its branch for every winged bird [...] and all [trees] by water tower over it, for in their planting they flourish
but toward the stream they do not send root [...] and [the shoot] of [holiness] that sprouts for a true planting is hidden, unnoticed,
unaccounted [...] and its mystery is sealed, unknown [...] and you, [O God], have hedged about its fruit with the mystery of mighty men of strength
and spirits of holiness and a flame of fire turning every way, so that no [stranger] may enter the spring of life, or with the trees of eternity
drink the holy waters, so it does not produce its fruit with the planting of the skies [...] for he saw without recognizing,
and considered without believing, toward the spring of life, and gave [the yield of] eternal blossom [...] and I became like [one scorned] by rivers'
torrents, for their mud was cast upon me [...]
but you, my God, have put in my mouth [words] like the early rain for all [...] and a fountain of living water that does not fail [...] to open
the heavens; they do not depart, and become a flowing torrent [over] [all] [trees] by water, and into seas without limit [...]
suddenly they gush forth, hidden in secret [...] and become waters of [contention] [for] [every] [tree],
moist and dry, and a deep sea for every living thing, and [trees] [...] like lead in [mighty] waters [...]
in sparks of fire they dry up [...] and a planting of fruit [...] [a spring of] eternity for the delight of glory and [everlasting] [splendor] [...]
and by my hand you opened their spring, together with channels of [...] blood, to turn upon a right line, and a planting
their trees by the sun's plumb-line, to [...] and for splendor of glory [...] when I waved my hand to hoe
its channels; its roots strike the flint rock, and [...] and in the earth their trunk [...] and in a time of heat it withholds
its strength [...] and if I withdraw my hand it becomes like a juniper [in] [the desert], and its trunk like nettles in a salt-marsh [...] and its channels
bring up thorn and thistle, into briar and thornbush, and [...] its bank turns like trees of rot [...] before
the heat its leaves wither, and it does not open with the rain [...] a sojourner with sicknesses and [a failing] of heart
with afflictions [...] and I became like a man forsaken in grief [...] there is no strength for me [...] for [my affliction] blossomed
into bitterness, and an incurable pain, with no power to restrain it [...] and [there was] [turmoil] upon me like those who go down to Sheol [...] and with
the dead my spirit searches, for [my life] has reached the pit [...] my soul faints, day and night,
without rest [...] and it blazes like a burning fire shut up in my bones [...] until its flame consumes its days
to the end of strength, for its seasons, and to the wasting of flesh until the appointed times [...] and breakers fly upon me
and my soul bows down upon me to failing [...] for my strength has ceased from my body, and my heart pours out like water [...] and melts
like wax, my flesh, and the strength of my loins has become terror [...] and my arm is broken from its socket, and [there is no strength] to raise a hand [...]
and my foot is caught in a fetter, and my knees go like water [...] and there is no stepping forth, nor any pace to the sound of my feet [...]
and the vigor of my arms is bound in fetters of stumbling [...] and the tongue you strengthened in my mouth is not gathered in [...] and there is none to raise
a voice, or to give ear to teachings, to revive the failing spirit and to sustain with a word the weary [...] the utterance of my lips is struck dumb
from horror [...] by a line of judgment is my heart's tablet, and [...] [or] in bitterness [...] a heart of rams, dominion
in [my inclinations] [...] to the seas, and [I] [...] to [...] [my soul] is swallowed up
[their depths] [...] are struck dumb as nothing
[...] man, to [nothing] [...]