Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? Behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is done unto me, whom Jehovah hath afflicted in the day of his fierce anger.
From on high hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth a against them; he hath spread a net for my feet; he hath turned me back; he hath made me desolate [and] faint all the day.
The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand: they are wreathed, they are come up upon my neck; he hath made my strength to fail; the Lord hath delivered me into hands out of which I am not able to rise up.
The Lord hath cast down all my mighty men in the midst of me; he hath called an assembly b against me to crush my young men; the Lord hath trodden as a winepress the virgin daughter of Judah.