English Standard Version
Why is my pain unceasing, my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? Will you be to me like a deceitful brook, like waters that fail?New International Version
Why is my pain unending and my wound grievous and incurable? Will you be to me like a deceptive brook, like a spring that fails?Catholic Public Domain Version
Why has my sorrow become never-ending, and why has my wound become so dire that it refuses to be cured? It has become for me like the deception of untrustworthy waters.