He should sit alone and be quiet; the Lord has given him hard work to do.
I never sat with the crowd as they laughed and had fun. I sat by myself, because you were there, and you filled me with anger at the evil around me.
The elders of Jerusalem sit on the ground in silence. They throw dust on their heads and put on rough cloth to show their sadness. The young women of Jerusalem bow their heads to the ground in sorrow.
I lie awake. I am like a lonely bird on a housetop.
I am quiet; I do not open my mouth, because you are the one who has done this.
It is good for someone to work hard while he is young.
“My complaint is still bitter today. I groan because God’s heavy hand is on me.
Quit punishing me; your beating is about to kill me.