You called as in the day of an appointed time My terrors on every side; And there was no one who escaped or survived In the day of Yahweh’s anger. Those whom I gave birth to and reared, My enemy consumed them.

O Lord, You have pleaded my soul’s cause; You have redeemed my life.

The precious sons of Zion, Weighed against fine gold, How they are regarded as earthen jars, The work of a potter’s hands!