Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?

Did I say, Bring unto me? or, Give a reward for me of your substance?

He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.

He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.

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

If I rejoiced at the destruction of him that hated me, or lifted up myself when evil found him:

If my land cry against me, or that the furrows likewise thereof complain;