The sacrifice pleasing to God is a broken spirit.
God, You will not despise a broken and humbled heart.

Why have You broken down its walls
so that all who pass by pick its fruit?

You have broken down all his walls;
You have reduced his fortified cities to ruins.

He has broken my strength in midcourse;
He has shortened my days.

For He has broken down the bronze gates
and cut through the iron bars.

It is time for the Lord to act,
for they have violated Your instruction.

I am forgotten: gone from memory
like a dead person—like broken pottery.

He protects all his bones;
not one of them is broken.

Their swords will enter their own hearts,
and their bows will be broken.

For the arms of the wicked will be broken,
but the Lord supports the righteous.