The cursed fig tree: Is withered from the roots
For Thou, O God, didst widen my heart, but they straiten it with affliction and hedge me about with darkness. I eat the bread of wailing and drink unceasing tears; truly, my eyes are dimmed by grief, and my soul by daily bitterness. [Groaning] and sorrow encompass me and ignominy covers my face. My bread is turned into an adversary and my drink into an accuser; it has entered into my bones causing my spirit ...