When I remember these things and I pour out my soul on me (for I passed over with the throng; I led them to the house of God with the voice of rejoicing and praise, a host keeping the feast).
Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings, You have founded strength, because of ones restricting You, to cause to cease the enemy and the ones avenging.
Why has my pain been continual and my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? You surely are to me as a deceitful stream, its waters cannot be trusted.
Her oppressive ones have become as chief; her enemies are at ease. For Jehovah has afflicted her for the multitude of her transgressions. Her children have gone, captive before the oppressive ones.
Her uncleanness is in her skirts. She did not remember her end and has gone down wonderfully. She had no comforter. O Jehovah, see my affliction, for the enemy has magnified himself.
According to a day, I being with you in the temple, you did not stretch forth your hands on Me. But this is your hour and the authority of the darkness.