²⁵ For our soul is bowed down to the dust: our belly cleaveth unto the earth.

²⁵ My soul cleaveth unto the dust: quicken thou me according to thy word.

¹¹ Thou broughtest us into the net; thou laidst affliction upon our loins.

¹² Thou hast caused men to ride over our heads; we went through fire and through water: but thou broughtest us out into a wealthy place.

²³ But I will put it into the hand of them that afflict thee; which have said to thy soul, Bow down, that we may go over: and thou hast laid thy body as the ground, and as the street, to them that went over.

⁵ They that did feed delicately are desolate in the streets: they that were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.