For our life is made low in dust; our womb is glued together in the earth.
Why hidest thou thy face, and deemest me thine enemy?
Lord, why hast thou gone far away? thou despisest us in covenable times in tribulation.
[Daleth.] My soul cleaved to the pavement; quicken thou me by thy word.
I am poor, and in travails from my youth; soothly I am enhanced, and I am made low, and troubled.
And I shall set it in the hand of them that made thee low, and said to thy soul, Be thou bowed, that we pass; and thou hast set thy body as earth, and as a way to them that go forth.
They that ate lustfully, perished in ways; they that were nourished in cradles, embraced turds.