I am bent over, bowed down greatly. All day I walk about in mourning.
Immediately, an angel of the Lord struck him down—because he did not give God the glory. And he was eaten by worms and died.
Do not hide Your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn Your ear to me— in the day I call, answer me quickly.
All who hate me whisper together about me They imagine the worst about me:
My flesh is clothed with maggots and clods of dirt; My skin is broken and festering.
By great power He seizes my garment; He binds me like the collar of my tunic.
but I said to the king, “May the king live forever! Why should my face not be sad, when the city where my ancestors are buried lies in ruins and its gates have been destroyed by fire?”