Let him sit alone in silence when it is laid on him;
I did not sit in the company of revelers, nor did I rejoice; I sat alone, because your hand was upon me, for you had filled me with indignation.
The elders of the daughter of Zion sit on the ground in silence; they have thrown dust on their heads and put on sackcloth; the young women of Jerusalem have bowed their heads to the ground.
I lie awake; I am like a lonely sparrow on the housetop.
I am mute; I do not open my mouth, for it is you who have done it.
It is good for a man that he bear the yoke in his youth.
“Today also my complaint is bitter; my hand is heavy on account of my groaning.
Remove your stroke from me; I am spent by the hostility of your hand.