These things I remember and I pour out my soul within me.
For I used to go along with the throng and lead them in procession to the house of God,
With the voice of joy and thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival.

The stouthearted were plundered,
They sank into sleep;
And none of the warriors could use his hands.

My enemies have reproached me all day long;
Those who deride me have used my name as a curse.