To sit alone and in silence, when its weight lies heavy,
Today especially my complaint is bitter, his hand is heavy upon me in my groanings.
I am like a desert owl, like an owl among the ruins.
I am silent and do not open my mouth because you are the one who did this.
From all my sins deliver me; let me not be the taunt of fools.
I did not sit celebrating in the circle of merrymakers; Under the weight of your hand I sat alone because you filled me with rage.
The elders of daughter Zion sit silently on the ground; They cast dust on their heads and dress in sackcloth; The young women of Jerusalem bow their heads to the ground.
It is good for a person, when young, to bear the yoke,