He has bent His bow like an enemy;
He has set His right hand like an adversary
And slain all that were delightful and pleasing to the eye;
In the tent of the Daughter of Zion
He has poured out His wrath like fire.

The responsible men of the daughter of Zion are seated on the earth without a word; they have put dust on their heads, they are clothed in haircloth: the heads of the virgins of Jerusalem are bent down to the earth.

He has bent His bow
And set me as a target for the arrow.

By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.

My soul still keeps the memory of them; and is bent down in me.