For our being is bowed down to the dust; Our body cleaves to the earth.
Why do You hide Your face, and reckon me as Your enemy?
Why do You stand afar off, O יהוה, hiding in times of distress?
My being has been clinging to the dust; Revive me according to Your word.
I am afflicted and dying from childhood; I have borne frightening matters from You; I am in despair.
“And I shall put it into the hand of those who afflict you, who have said to your being, ‘Bow down, and we pass over you.’ And you made your back like the ground, and as the street, to walk over.”
Those who ate delicacies Have been laid waste in the streets; Those who were brought up in scarlet Have embraced dunghills.