“Your hands have shaped me and made me, but now you destroy me completely.

Hide them in the dust together, imprison them in the grave.

There the prisoners relax together; they do not hear the voice of the oppressor.

“Oh, if only my grief could be weighed, and my misfortune laid on the scales too!

Will it go down to the barred gates of death? Will we descend together into the dust?”

Together they lie down in the dust, and worms cover over them both.

They turn the needy from the pathway, and the poor of the land hide themselves together.

all flesh would perish together and human beings would return to dust.

when the morning stars sang in chorus, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?

That night – let darkness seize it; let it not be included among the days of the year; let it not enter among the number of the months!

People have opened their mouths against me, they have struck my cheek in scorn; they unite together against me.

His troops advance together; they throw up a siege ramp against me, and they camp around my tent.

But if God is quiet, who can condemn him? If he hides his face, then who can see him? Yet he is over the individual and the nation alike,