As for their enemies, they decreased in number and were beaten down, because of painful distress and suffering.

The ropes of death tightened around me, the snares of Sheol confronted me. I was confronted with trouble and sorrow.

Why did I ever come forth from my mother’s womb? All I experience is trouble and grief, and I spend my days in shame.

You will be overcome by drunkenness and sorrow. The cup of your sister Samaria is a cup of horror and desolation.