Let him sit alone in silence when it is laid on him;
“Today also my complaint is bitter; my hand is heavy because of my groaning.
I lie awake, and am like a sparrow alone on the housetop.
Remove Your stroke from me; I am coming to an end by the hostility of Your hand.
I was silent; I did not open my mouth, because it was You who did it.
I did not sit in the assembly of mockers, nor did I rejoice; I sat alone because of Your hand, for You have filled me with indignation.
The elders of the daughter of Zion sit on the ground in silence; they throw dust on their heads and gird themselves with sackcloth. The virgins of Jerusalem bow their heads to the ground.
It is good for a man to bear the yoke in his youth.