For our soul bows down to the dust; our belly holds fast to the earth.
Why do You hide Your face and count me for Your enemy?
Why do You stand far away, O Jehovah? Will You hide in times of distress?
DALETH: My soul clings to the dust; give me life according to Your Word.
I am an afflicted one and dying from youth; I suffer Your terrors; I am distracted.
But I will put it into the hand of those oppressing you, who have said to your soul, Bow down that we may cross, and, Put your back to the ground, and be as the street to those who cross.
Those who ate delicacies are desolate in the outside places; those reared on scarlet embrace dunghills.