Job 3

Car le pain que je mange, rencontre mes sanglots, et, comme les flots, mes soupirs s'épanchent ;

Pues antes que mi pan viene mi suspiro; y mis gemidos corren como aguas.

For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.

For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.