¹⁶ He has made me chew on gravel.
    He has rolled me in the dust.

¹⁷ Stolen bread tastes sweet,
    but it turns to gravel in the mouth.

²⁶ Oh, my people, dress yourselves in burlap
    and sit among the ashes.
Mourn and weep bitterly, as for the loss of an only son.
    For suddenly the destroying armies will be upon you!

⁶ Break off their fangs, O God!
    Smash the jaws of these lions, O Lord!

⁷ Arise, O Lord!
    Rescue me, my God!
Slap all my enemies in the face!
    Shatter the teeth of the wicked!

⁹ I eat ashes for food.
    My tears run down into my drink

¹⁰ The lion roars and the wildcat snarls,
    but the teeth of strong lions will be broken.