Is this nothing to all you who pass by?a Look around: Is there any suffering like the suffering inflicted on me, the grief that the LORD caused on the day of his fierce anger?
From above he sent fire into my bones; he trampled them. He spread a net for my feet; he forced me backward. He left me devastated, constantly sick.
My stepsb are being watched;c by his hand they are tripped up. His yoke is on my neck; he makes my strength fail. My Lord has handed me over to people I can't resist.
My Lord has despised my mighty warriors. He called a feast for me—in order to crush my young men! My Lord has stomped on the winepress of the young woman Daughter Judah.