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

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

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.

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

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

And thou shalt be brought down, {and} shalt speak out of the ground, and thy speech shall be low out of the dust, and thy voice shall be, as of one that hath a familiar spirit, out of the ground, and thy speech shall whisper out of the dust. {whisper: Heb. peep, or, chirp}

Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, {yea}, my soul and my belly.

My soul hath {them} still in remembrance, and is humbled in me. {humbled: Heb. bowed}