²⁵ For our ^(A)soul is bowed down to the dust;
    our belly clings to the ground.

^25 (A)My soul clings to the dust;
    ^(B)give me life ^(C)according to your word!

^23 (A)and I will put it into the hand of your tormentors,
    ^(B)who have said to you,
    ‘Bow down, that we may pass over’;
and ^(C)you have made your back like the ground
    and like the street for them to pass over.”

¹¹ You brought us into ^(A)the net;
    you laid a crushing burden on our backs;
¹² you let men ^(B)ride over our heads;
    we went through fire and through ^(C)water;
yet you have brought us out to a place of abundance.