The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand: they are woven together, and come up upon my neck: he has made my strength to fall, the Lord has delivered me into their hands, from whom I am not able to rise up.

The elders of the daughter of Zion sit upon the ground, and keep silence: they have cast up dust upon their heads; they have girded themselves with sackcloth: the virgins of Jerusalem hang down their heads to the ground.

My eyes do fail with tears, my soul is troubled, my heart is poured upon the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because the children and the infants faint in the streets of the city.

He sits alone and keeps silence, because he has borne it upon him.

Fear and a snare has come upon us, desolation and destruction.

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

I called upon your name, O LORD, out of the lowest dungeon.

You drew near in the day that I called upon you: you said, Fear not.

Our persecutors are swifter than the eagles of the heaven: they pursued us upon the mountains, they laid wait for us in the wilderness.

Remember, O LORD, what is come upon us: consider, and behold our reproach.

Because of the mountain of Zion, which is desolate, the foxes walk upon it.