¹⁸ His house has no more strength than a spider's thread, or a watchman's tent.

¹⁴ Whose support is cut off, and whose hope is no stronger than a spider's thread.

¹⁵ He is looking to his family for support, but it is not there; he puts his hope in it, but it comes to nothing.

⁸ And the daughter of Zion has become like a tent in a vine-garden, like a watchman's house in a field of fruit, like a town shut in by armies.

¹² My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.

⁸ For like a coat they will be food for the insect, the worm will make a meal of them like wool: but my righteousness will be for ever, and my salvation to all generations.

⁶ And he has violently taken away his tent, as from a garden; he has made waste his meeting-place: the Lord has taken away the memory of feast and Sabbath in Zion, and in the passion of his wrath he is against king and priest.