New International Version
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)
King James Version
17 I sat not in the assembly of the mockers, nor rejoiced; I sat alone because of thy hand: for thou hast filled me with indignation.
18 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?Read full chapter