我太倒霉了

我好命苦啊

woesome───悲伤的，悲哀的，可怜的，遗憾的

morris men───莫里斯人

note issue───[金融]通货发行；[金融]纸币发行

love is real───爱是真实的

what is more───而且

note issues───[金融]通货发行；[金融]纸币发行

wedge issue───楔子议题；分化对方支持者的议题；政党借以离间对手支持者的重大政治难题

words fail me───说不出话来

don't ask me───别问我

Woe is me for my hurt! My wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.───祸哉。我受损伤。我的伤痕极其重大。我却说，这真是我的痛苦，必须忍受。

Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth!───我的母亲哪，我有祸了。因你生我作为遍地相争相竞的人。

Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!───我寄居在米设，住在基达帐棚之中，有祸了。

Woe is me for my hurt! My wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.───民说，祸哉。我受损伤。我的伤痕极其重大。我却说，这真是我的痛苦，必须忍受。

By the way, this is not a woe-is-me story, but rather an honest account of my experience and I am not alone with a story like this.───顺便说一下，这不是一个“悲哀的我”故事，而为我的那些经验提供了一个诚恳的理由，象我这样拥有这样故事的人并不只有我一个。

Then said I, Woe is me! For I am undone; because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips.───于是，我说，我真不幸啊！因为我完蛋了；因为我是一个嘴唇不洁的人，我栖息在一个长着不洁的嘴唇的民族之中。

Then said I: "Woe is me, for I am undone; for mine eyes have seen the King, the Lord of Hosts. '" The voice of a broken, contrite heart.───那时我说：“祸哉，我灭亡了，因我眼见大君王万军之耶和华。”这是一个破碎痛悔的心里发出来的呼声。

Thou didst say, Woe is me now! for the LORD hath added grief to my sorrow; I fainted in my sighing, and I find no rest.───巴录〔原文作你〕曾说、哀哉、耶和华将忧愁加在我的痛苦上.我因唉哼而困乏、不得安歇。

Woe is me for my destruction, my wound is very grievous. But I said: Truly this is my own evil, and I will bear it.───唉我已遭破坏，我的创伤已不可治疗，但我仍想：不过是疾病，我还能忍受。

Woe is me , that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!

Oh woe is me, another potentially terrific game scuppered by an irritating multiload!

Woe is me. Me thinks I'm turning a god. - -- Vespasian.

Woe is me. Me thinks I'm turning into a god. 

Woe is me , that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents Kedar!

Woe is me , for I sojourn in Meshech, For I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

Our only possible response before such a personal theophany can be: Woe is me!

I'm cold and wet and I haven't even got enough money for my bus fare home. Oh woe is me!