I sewed sackcloth over my skin, and laid my horn in the dust.
And Yaʽ
Let the enemy pursue me and overtake my being, And trample my life to the ground, And lay my esteem in the dust. Selah.
And in that day the Master יהוה of hosts called for weeping and for mourning, for baldness and for girding with sackcloth.
“Do not lift up your horn on high (You speak with a stiff neck).’ ”
And it came to be, when Aḥ
“And all the horns of the wrong I cut off; The horns of the righteous are lifted up.”
throwing me into the mud, and I have become like dust and ashes.
“Those who oppose יהוה are shattered, from the heavens He thunders against them. יהוה judges the ends of the earth, and gives strength to His sovereign, and exalts the horn of His anointed.”
And Ḥ
He has stripped me of my esteem, and taken the crown from my head.
And when I put on sackcloth, I became a proverb to them.
Let him put his mouth in the dust, There might yet be expectancy.