He bent his bow against us as would an enemy, his right hand cocked as would an adversary. He has killed everyone in whom we took pride; in the tent of cherished Zion he poured out his anger like fire.

He has led me brought me into darkness, not into light.

My enemies hunted me like a bird, viciously and without justification.

The nursing child's tongue cleaves to its palate from thirst. Young children beg for bread, but no one gives them any.