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 knit together, they are come up upon my neck; he hath made my strength to fail: The Lord hath delivered me into their hands, against whom I am not able to stand.

The Lord hath cast off his altar, he hath abhorred 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 in the day of a solemn assembly.

Jehovah hath purposed to destroy the wall of the daughter of Zion; He hath stretched out the line, he hath not withdrawn his hand from destroying; And he hath made the rampart and wall to lament; they languish together.

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

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

He hath walled me about, that I cannot go forth; he hath made my chain heavy.

He hath walled up 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.

Thou hast made us an off-scouring and refuse in the midst of the peoples.