Me, hath he driven out and brought into darkness, and not light;

We are driven on our necks; we are weary, there is no rest for us.

{Vav} All the beauty of the daughter of Zion is away, her princes are become like harts that find no pasture. They are driven away before their enemy, so that they have no more power.

{Ayin} Therefore do I weep, and mine eyes gush out of water: for the comforter that should quicken me is far from me. My children are driven away. For why? The enemy hath gotten the over hand.

He hath walled in my ways with hewn stone, my paths, hath he caused to wind back.