Oh, never more could it turn to him; for faith was blighted -- confidence destroyed!
呵，永远也回不到他那儿去了，因为信念已被扼杀--信任感已被摧毁！
Mr. Rochester was not to me what he had been; for he was not what I had thought him.
对我来说，罗切斯特先生不是过去的他了，因为他已不像我所想象的那样。
I would not ascribe vice to him; I would not say he had betrayed me;
我不会把恶行加予他，我不会说他背叛了我，
but the attribute of stainless truth was gone from his idea, and from his presence I must go: that I perceived well.
但是真理那种一尘不染的属性，已与他无缘了，我必须离他而去，这点我看得非常清楚。
When -- how -- whither, I could not yet discern;
什么时侯起--怎样走--上哪儿去，我还不能明辨。
but he himself, I doubted not, would hurry me from Thornfield.
但我相信他自己会急于把我从桑菲尔德撵走，
Real affection, it seemed, he could not have for me;
他似乎已不可能对我怀有真情，
it had been only fitful passion: that was balked; he would want me no more.
而只有忽冷忽热的激情，而且受到压抑。他不再需要我了，
I should fear even to cross his path now: my view must be hateful to him.
现在我甚至竟害怕与他狭路相逢，他一见我准感到厌恶。

Oh, how blind had been my eyes! How weak my conduct!
呵，我的眼睛多瞎！我的行动多软弱！
My eyes were covered and closed: eddying darkness seemed to swim round me,
我的眼晴被蒙住了，而且闭了起来，旋转的黑暗飘浮着似乎包皮围了我，
and reflection came in as black and confused a flow.
思绪滚滚而来犹如黑色的浊流。
Self-abandoned, relaxed, and effortless, I seemed to have laid me down in the dried-up bed of a great river;
我自暴自弃，浑身松弛，百无聊赖，仿佛躺在一条大河干枯的河床上，
I heard a flood loosened in remote mountains, and felt the torrent come:
我听见洪水从远山奔泻而来，我感觉到激流逼近了，
to rise I had no will, to flee I had no strength.
爬起来吧，我没有意志，逃走吧，我又没有力气。
I lay faint, longing to be dead.
我昏昏沉沉地躺着，渴望死去。
One idea only still throbbed life-like within me -- a remembrance of God:
有一个念头仍像生命那样在我内心搏动--上帝的怀念，
it begot an unuttered prayer: these words went wandering up and down in my rayless mind,
并由此而产生了无言的祈祷。这些话在我没有陽光的内心往复徘徊，
as something that should be whispered, but no energy was found to express them:
仿佛某些话该悄声倾吐出来，却又无力去表达它们。
"Be not far from me, for trouble is near: there is none to help."
“求你不要远离我，因为急难临近了，没有人帮助我。”