¹⁹ Woe to me because of my brokenness—
I am severely wounded!^(A)
I exclaimed, “This is my intense suffering,
but I must bear it.”

¹⁸ Why has my pain become unending,
my wound incurable,^(A)
refusing to be healed?
You truly have become like a mirage to me—
water that is not reliable.

⁹ The heart is more deceitful than anything else,
and incurable—who can understand it?^(A)