Paraphrase

Oh, if only this overly solidified mortal body would dissolve and transform and free itself into condensed water drops or that God had not established a commandment against suicide. Oh God, Oh God. To what degree does this world in which I live appear drawn-out, valueless, deficient and unrewarding to me? Isn’t it a shame?  Oh shame, shame!  It is an untended garden that is allowed to grow wild. Only that which is luxuriant and coarse fills it. That the result of events could come to this point. Only two months dead. No, not even that long, less than two. He was so exceptional a king that if he were compared to Claudius, it would be like comparing the god of the sun to an unnatural beast. So affectionate to my mother that he would not allow the wind to brush against her face too harshly. By all that is above our heads and all that is worldly do I have to recall those times!  Oh, my mother would cling to my father as if her hunger grew greater the more she fed on his affection. And still within the time span of a month? Prevent me from bringing it to mind. Moral weakness your real title is ”woman”. The small span of  thirty days or before the shoes were worn out with which she attended my father’s corpse as if she were Niobe the Greek goddess who wept so hard for the death of her twelve children that she was turned into a stone.   Oh my mother of all women…O God, an animal that lacks the ability to understand would have grieved for a longer time! …wed my uncle, my father’s brother and his own blood; but no more like my father than I am to Hercules.  Within thirty days?  Before the salt in her extremely insincere teardrops had left the redness of her irritated eyes she wed. Oh most evil haste to rush so quickly to sinful intercourse. It isn’t  now and it can never  result in anything benevolent, but burst my heart because I must keep my feelings to myself.