He sits alone and keeps silence, because he has borne it on him.
Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.
I watch, and am as a sparrow alone on the house top.
Remove your stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of your hand.
I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because you did it.
I sat not in the assembly of the mockers, nor rejoiced; I sat alone because of your hand: for you have filled me with indignation.
The elders of the daughter of Zion sit on the ground, and keep silence: they have cast up dust on their heads; they have girded themselves with sackcloth: the virgins of Jerusalem hang down their heads to the ground.
It is good for a man that he bear the yoke of his youth.