For our soul is bowed down to the dust; our belly holds fast to the earth.
DALETH: My soul clings to the dust; give me life according to Your Word.
Those who ate delicacies are desolate in the streets; those reared in scarlet embrace dunghills.
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.
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?
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up; while I suffer Your terrors, I pine away.