You have brought us into the net; You have laid affliction upon our loins.

You have allowed men to ride over our heads; we have gone through fire and through water, but You have brought us out into plenty.

DALETH: My soul clings to the dust; revive me according to Your Word.

But I will put it into the hand of those who afflict you, who have said to your soul, Bow down so that we may pass over; and lay your back on the ground, even as the street, for those who cross over.

Those who ate delicacies are desolate in the streets; those brought up in scarlet embrace refuse heaps.