¹⁷ I never sat^(A) in the company of revelers,
    never made merry with them;
I sat alone because your hand^(B) was on me
    and you had filled me with indignation.
¹⁸ Why is my pain unending
    and my wound grievous and incurable?^(C)
You are to me like a deceptive brook,
    like a spring that fails.^(D)

“If you repent, I will restore you
    that you may serve^(E) me;
if you utter worthy, not worthless, words,
    you will be my spokesman.^(F)
Let this people turn to you,
    but you must not turn to them.