Let him sit alone and be silent, since He has laid it upon him.
“Even today my complaint is rebellious; His hand is heavy despite my groaning.
I am like a pelican of the desert, like an owl of the waste places.
I am speechless, not opening my mouth —for You have done it.
Deliver me from all my transgressions. Do not make me the scorn of a fool.
I never sat in the company of revelers nor made merry. Because of Your hand I sat alone, for You filled me with indignation.
The elders of the daughter of Zion sit upon the ground in silence. They threw dust on their heads and girded themselves with sackcloth. The maidens of Jerusalem have bowed their heads to the ground.
It is good for a man to bear the yoke in his youth.