⁵ And I looked, and there was none to help; and I wondered that there was none to uphold: therefore mine own arm brought salvation unto me; and my fury, it upheld me.

¹⁰ Our skin is black like an oven, Because of the burning heat of famine.

¹¹ They ravished the women in Zion, The virgins in the cities of Judah.

¹² Princes were hanged up by their hand: The faces of elders were not honored.

¹³ The young men bare the mill; The children stumbled under the wood.