Zion, hath spread forth, her hands, there is none to comfort her, Yahweh, hath given command, respecting Jacob, unto them who surround him - his adversaries, - Jerusalem, hath become as a removed woman, in their midst.

My portion, is Yahweh, saith my soul, For this cause, will I wait for him.

Good is Yahweh, to them who wait for him, to the soul that will seek him;

Let him sit alone, and keep silence, because he took it upon himself:

Let him put, in the dust, his mouth, peradventure, there is hope!

Let him give, to him that smiteth him, his cheek, let him be sated with reproach.