13. He sent fire from heaven into my bones;He made it descend. He spread a net for my feet and turned me back.He made me desolate,sick all day long.
14. My transgressions have been formed into a yoke, fastened together by His hand;they have been placed on my neck,and the Lord has broken my strength.He has handed me overto those I cannot withstand.
15. The Lord has rejected all the mighty men within me.He has summoned an army against meto crush my young warriors.The Lord has trampled Virgin Daughter Judah like grapes in a winepress.
16. I weep because of these things;my eyes flow with tears. For there is no one nearby to comfort me, no one to keep me alive.My children are desolatebecause the enemy has prevailed.