My transgressions are bound into a yoke; by his hand they are fastened together, they are set upon my neck; he has made my strength to fail. The Lord has delivered me into their hands, against whom I am not able to stand.

The elders of the daughter of Zion sit on the ground in silence. They have cast up dust on their heads; they have clothed themselves with sackcloth. The virgins of Jerusalem hang down their heads to the ground.

You have called, as in the day of a solemn assembly, my terrors on every side. There was none that escaped or remained in the day of the LORD's anger. Those that I have borne and brought up has my enemy destroyed.

He has bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.

And I said, "My strength and my hope has perished from the LORD."

Let him sit alone and keep silence when he is disciplining him.

Waters flowed over my head; I said, 'I am finished.'

You drew near in the day that I called on you; you said, "Do not be afraid."

They appear darker than soot; they are not known in the streets. Their skin cleaves to their bones; it is withered and has become as dry as a stick.

"Turn away." they cried to them, "Unclean. depart, depart, do not touch." When they fled away and wandered, men said among the nations, "They shall not live here anymore."

The breath of our nostrils, the anointed of the LORD, was taken in their pits; of whom we said, "Under his shadow we can live among the nations."