For our soulhas sunkdowninto the dust;Our bodycleavesto the earth.
"Whydo You hideYour faceAnd considerme Your enemy?
Why do You standafaroff, O LORD?Why do You hide[Yourself] in timesof trouble?
My soulcleavesto the dust;Reviveme according to Your word.
I was afflictedand about to diefrom my youthon; I sufferYour terrors;I am overcome.
"I will putit into the handof your tormentors,Whohave saidto you, 'Liedownthat we may walkover[you].' You have even madeyour backlike the groundAnd like the streetfor those who walkover[it]."
Those who atedelicaciesAre desolatein the streets;Those rearedin purpleEmbraceashpits.
