Let him sit alone in silence when he has laid it on him;
“Today also my complaint is bitter, his hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.
I lie awake, I am like a lonely bird on the housetop.
Remove thy stroke from me; I am spent by the blows of thy hand.
I am dumb, I do not open my mouth; for it is thou who hast done it.
I did not sit in the company of merrymakers, nor did I rejoice; I sat alone, because thy hand was upon me, for thou hadst filled me with indignation.
The elders of the daughter of Zion sit on the ground in silence; they have cast dust on their heads and put on sackcloth; the maidens of Jerusalem have bowed their heads to the ground.
It is good for a man that he bear the yoke in his youth.