¹⁵ The joy from our hearts is gone, utterly gone.
    Our once-dancing feet now plod along mournfully.
¹⁶ The wreath that crowned our head has slipped and fallen; now it’s crushed.
    O how we’ve sinned! Pity us for the punishment we brought on ourselves.
¹⁷ We’re sick at heart about it all,
    blind with the sorrow and grief we caused.