O remember, I beseech thee, how that thou madest me of the mould of the earth, and shalt bring me into dust again.

He hath spoiled me of mine honour, and taken the crown away from my head.

He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am undone: My hope hath he taken away from me, as it were a tree plucked up by the root.

Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends! For the hand of God hath touched me.

But if cause be that my land cry against me, or that the furrows thereof make any complaint;