His bow has been bent for the attack, he has taken his place with his hand ready, in his hate he has put to death all who were pleasing to the eye: on the tent of the daughter of Zion he has let loose his passion like fire.

The responsible men of the daughter of Zion are seated on the earth without a word; they have put dust on their heads, they are clothed in haircloth: the heads of the virgins of Jerusalem are bent down to the earth.

With his bow bent, he has made me the mark for his arrows.

By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.

My soul still keeps the memory of them; and is bent down in me.