For our soul is bowed down to the dust; our belly holds fast to the earth.
Why do You hide Your face, and hold me for Your enemy?
Why do You stand afar off, O Jehovah? Will You hide in times of trouble?
DALETH: My soul clings to the dust; give me life according to Your Word.
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up; while I suffer Your terrors, I pine away.
But I will put it into the hand of those who afflict you, who have said to your soul, Bow down so that we may cross; and put your back as the ground, even as the street to those who cross.
Those who ate delicacies are desolate in the streets; those reared in scarlet embrace dunghills.