¹⁴ Bound hath been the yoke of my transgressions by His hand, They are wrapped together, They have gone up on my neck, He hath caused my power to stumble, The Lord hath given me into hands, I am not able to rise.

³³ And you I scatter among nations, and have drawn out after you a sword, and your land hath been a desolation, and your cities are a waste.