The elders of the daughter of Zion sit upon the ground and are silent; they throw dust on their heads; they gird on sackcloth. The virgins of Jerusalem hang down their heads to the ground.

I was mute, I did not open my mouth; because You have done it.

I am wakeful, and am like a sparrow alone on the housetop.

I did not sit in the council of the mockers, nor rejoice; I sat alone because of Your hand; for You have filled me with indignation.