Let him sit alone and keep silent, Because God has laid it on him;
I did not sit in the assembly of the mockers, Nor did I rejoice; I sat alone because of Your hand, For You have filled me with indignation.
The elders of the daughter of Zion Sit on the ground and keep silence; They throw dust on their heads And gird themselves with sackcloth. The virgins of Jerusalem Bow their heads to the ground.
I lie awake, And am like a sparrow alone on the housetop.
I was mute, I did not open my mouth, Because it was You who did it.
It is good for a man to bear The yoke in his youth.
“Even today my complaint is bitter; My hand is listless because of my groaning.
Remove Your plague from me; I am consumed by the blow of Your hand.