The yoke of my transgressions was bound by his hand: they will be woven together, they came up upon my neck: he caused my strength to fail, Jehovah gave me into the hands; I shall not be able to rise up.

The youth and old man lay down upon the earth of the streets; my virgins and my young men fell by the sword; thou didst slay in the day of thine anger; thou didst slay, thou didst not pity.

Those wounded by the sword were good above those wounded by famine: these will flow away, being thrust through from the produce of the field.

Continuing, yet our eyes will fail, for our help in vain: in our watching we watched for a nation it will not save us.

The crown of our head fell: wo! now to us, for we sinned.