For our soul is bowed down to the dust. Our body cleaves to the earth.
Why hide you your face, and hold me for your enemy?
Why do you stand far off, LORD? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?
My soul is laid low in the dust. Revive me according to your word!
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
and I will put it into the hand of those who afflict you, who have said to your soul, Bow down, that we may go over; and you have laid your back as the ground, and as the street, to those who go over.
Those who did feed delicately are desolate in the streets: Those who were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.