Your sons have fainted, they lie at the head of all the streets like a wild animal in a net, filled with the fury of Jehovah, the rebuke of your God.

When I kept silent, my bones wore out through my roaring all day long.

For by day and night Your hand was heavy upon me; my sap was turned into the drought of summer. Selah.

I am feeble and severely broken; I have roared because of the groanings of my heart.

And they have not cried to Me with their heart, when they wailed on their beds. They assemble themselves for grain and wine; they turn aside from Me.

Like a twittering swallow, so I chatter; I mourn as a dove; my eyes look weakly to the heights. O Jehovah, I am distressed; be surety for me.

I have walked about in the dark, not in the sun; I have stood up in the assembly and cried out for help.

I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to the daughters of the owl.

We looked for peace, but no good came; and for a time of health, but behold, terror!

Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

Those who survive will escape and be on the mountains like doves of the valleys, all of them mourning, each for his iniquity.

Surely His salvation is near to those who fear Him, that glory may dwell in our land.

Salvation is far from the wicked, for they do not seek Your Statutes.