For our soul was bowed down to the dust: our belly was glued to the earth.
Why wilt thou hide thy face, and reckon me for an enemy to thee?
Wherefore, O Jehovah, wilt thou stand afar off? wilt thou hide for times in straits?
My soul did cleave to the dust: make me alive according to thy word.
I am poor and expiring from youth: I bore thy terrors; I shall be perplexed.
And I put it in the hand of those afflicting thee; who said to thy soul, Bow down, and we will pass over; thou wilt set thy middle as the earth, and as the street to those passing over.
They eating for dainties were desolate in the streets: they trusting upon scarlet embraced dung hills.