For our soul is bowed down to the dust: our belly cleaveth unto the earth.
Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemy?
Why standest thou afar off, O Lord? Why hidest thou thyself in times of trouble?
My soul cleaveth unto the dust: quicken thou me according to thy word.
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.
but I will put it into the hand of them that afflict thee; which have said to thy soul, Bow down, that we may go over: and thou hast laid thy body as the ground, and as the street, to them that went over.
They that did feed delicately are desolate in the streets: they that were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.