From on high has he sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them; He has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: He has made me desolate and faint all the day.

The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand; They are knit together, they are come up on 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 Lord has cast off his altar, he has abhorred his sanctuary; He has given up into the hand of the enemy the walls of her palaces: They have made a noise in the house of Yahweh, as in the day of a solemn assembly.

Yahweh has purposed to destroy the wall of the daughter of Zion; He has stretched out the line, he has not withdrawn his hand from destroying; He has made the rampart and wall to lament; they languish together.

My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.

He has made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.

He has walled me about, that I can't go forth; he has made my chain heavy.

He has walled up my ways with cut stone; he has made my paths crooked.

He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.

You have made us an off-scouring and refuse in the midst of the peoples.