For our soul is bowed down to the dust: our body cleaves unto the earth.
[Daleth] My soul clings unto the dust: revive me according to your word.
They that did eat delicacies are desolate in the streets: they that were brought up in scarlet embrace ash heaps.
But I will put it into the hand of them that afflict you; who have said to your soul, Bow down, that we may go over: and you have laid your body like the ground, and as the street, for them that pass over.
Why hide you your face, and hold me for your enemy?
Why stand you afar off, O LORD? why hide you yourself in times of trouble?
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer your terrors I am distracted.