²⁵ For our soul is bowed down to the dust. Our body cleaves to the earth.

²⁵ My soul is laid low in the dust. Revive me according to your word!

¹¹ You brought us into prison. You laid a burden on our backs.

¹² You allowed men to ride over our heads. We went through fire and through water, But you brought us to the place of abundance.

²³ and I will put it into the hand of those who afflict you, who have said to your soul, Bow down, that we may go over; and you have laid your back as the ground, and as the street, to those who go over.

⁵ Those who did feed delicately are desolate in the streets: Those who were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.