¹⁸ Our steps were tracked; we could no longer walk in our streets.
Our end had drawn near; our days were done—our end had definitely come.

¹⁹ Our hunters were faster than airborne eagles.
They chased us up the mountains; they ambushed us in the wilderness.

²⁰ The Lord’s chosen one, the very breath in our lungs, was caught in their traps—
the one we used to talk about, saying, “Under his protection we will live among the nations.”