For our soul is bowed down to the dust; our body clings to the ground.
Why do You hide Your face and regard me as Your enemy?
Why do You stand far off, O Lord? Why do You hide Yourself in times of trouble?
My soul clings to the dust; revive me according to Your word.
Afflicted and close to death since my youth, I suffer Your terrors; I am helpless.
But I will put it into the hand of those who afflict you, who have said to you, “Lie down that we may walk over you.” And you have laid your back as the ground and as the street for those who walk on it.
Those who once ate delicacies are desolate in the streets; those who were brought up in scarlet embrace ash heaps.