Let him sit alone and keep silence, because he has laid it on him.
*Even today my complaint is rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.
I watch, and have become like a sparrow that is alone on the housetop.
Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
I was mute. I didn't open my mouth, because you did it.
I didn't sit in the assembly of those who make merry, nor rejoiced; I sat alone because of your hand; for you have filled me with indignation.
The elders of the daughter of Tziyon sit on the ground, they keep silence; They have cast up dust on their heads; they have girded themselves with sackcloth: The virgins of Yerushalayim hang down their heads to the ground.
It is good for a man that he bear the yoke in his youth.