Let him sit alone in silence, for the Lord has laid it on him.
“Even today my complaint is bitter; his hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.
I lie awake; I have become like a bird alone on a roof.
Remove your scourge from me; I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
I was silent; I would not open my mouth, for you are the one who has done this.
I never sat in the company of revelers, never made merry with them; I sat alone because your hand was on me and you had filled me with indignation.
The elders of Daughter Zion sit on the ground in silence; they have sprinkled dust on their heads and put on sackcloth. The young women of Jerusalem have bowed their heads to the ground.
It is good for a man to bear the yoke while he is young.