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

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 Lord has rejected his altar, he has disowned his sanctuary, and has given up into the hand of the enemy the walls of her palaces. They have made a shout in the house of the LORD, as in the day of a solemn assembly.

The LORD has determined 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 He has stretched out the line, he has not withdrawn his hand from destroying.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 he has made old; he has broken my bones.

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

He has walled me in, so I can't escape; he has made my chains heavy.

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

He has obstructed my path, and torn me in pieces; he has made me desolate.

You have made us rubbish and refuse in the midst of the peoples.