For our soul has sunk to the dust; our bodies cling to the earth.
My soul cleaves to the dust; revive me according to Your word.
You led us into the net; You laid burdens on our backs.
I will place it in the hands of your tormentors, who told you: ‘Lie down, so we can walk over you,’ so that you made you
Those who once ate delicacies are destitute in the streets; those brought up in crimson huddle in ash heaps.