The yoke of my transgressions, hath been bound, by his hand - They have intertwined themselves, have come up on my neck, it hath paralysed my strength, - My Lord, hath delivered me, into the hands of those against whom I cannot rise up.

the lips of those that rise up against me and their meditation against me all the day.

When they sit and when they rise, look,
I am mocked by their songs.

At the risk of our life, do we bring in our bread, because of the sword of the desert.