²⁰ My soul still keeps the memory of them; and is bent down in me.

⁸ They took away from him help and right, and who gave a thought to his fate? for he was cut off from the land of the living: he came to his death for the sin of my people.

⁷ Truly, I make an outcry against the violent man, but there is no answer: I give a cry for help, but no one takes up my cause.