²⁹ Ponha a sua boca no pó; talvez ainda haja esperança.

⁷ Eu, porém, confiarei no Senhor; esperarei no Deus da minha salvação. O meu Deus me ouvirá.

⁷ Behold, their valiant ones cry outside; the ambassadors of peace weep bitterly.

⁸ The highways are desolate. The traveling man ceases. The covenant is broken. He has despised the cities. He doesn't respect man.