Seated on the ground, in silence, are the elders of the daughter of Zion, They have lifted up dust on their head, have girded themselves with sackcloth, - Bowed down to the ground is the head, of the virgins of Jerusalem.

He hath walled in my ways with hewn stone, my paths, hath he caused to wind back.

They have cut off, in the dungeon, my life, and have cast a stone upon me;