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

The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand: they are wreathed, they are come up upon my neck; he hath made my strength to fail; the Lord hath delivered me into hands out of which I am not able to rise up.

The Lord hath cast off his altar, he hath rejected his sanctuary; he hath given up into the hand of the enemy the walls of her palaces: they have made a noise in the house of Jehovah, as on the day of a set feast.

Jehovah hath purposed to destroy the wall of the daughter of Zion: he hath stretched out the line, he hath not withdrawn his hand from destroying; and he hath made the rampart and the wall to lament: they languish together.

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

He hath hedged me about that I cannot get out: he hath made my chain heavy.

He hath inclosed my ways with hewn stone, he hath made my paths crooked.

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

He hath sated me with bitterness, he hath made me drunk with wormwood.

Thou hast made us the offscouring and refuse in the midst of the peoples.

The hands of pitiful women have boiled their own children: they were their meat in the ruin of the daughter of my people.