For our soul is bowed down to the dust; Our body clings to the ground.
My soul clings to the dust; Revive me according to Your word.
Those who ate delicacies Are desolate in the streets; Those who were brought up in scarlet Embrace ash heaps.
But I will put it into the hand of those who afflict you, Who have said to you, ‘Lie down, that we may walk over you.’ And you have laid your body like the ground, And as the street, for those who walk over.”
Why do You hide Your face, And regard me as Your enemy?
Why do You stand afar off, O Lord? Why do You hide in times of trouble?
I have been afflicted and ready to die from my youth; I suffer Your terrors; I am distraught.