“They break up my path,
They profit from my destruction;
No one restrains them.

“The roaring of the lion and the voice of the fierce lion,
And the teeth of the young lions are broken.

‘Between morning and evening they are broken in pieces;
Unobserved, they perish forever.

“My spirit is broken, my days are extinguished,
The grave is ready for me.

“A mother will forget him;
The worm feeds sweetly till he is no longer remembered.
And wickedness will be broken like a tree.

Let my shoulder fall from the socket,
And my arm be broken off at the elbow.

“From the wicked their light is withheld,
And the uplifted arm is broken.