Lamentation 1.14 ~ Wreathed

The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand,
I have forged each link in the chain.
They are wreathed, and come up upon my neck, 
The sins that so easily beset.
He hath made my strength to fall, 
A city with no defense.
The Lord hath delivered me into their hands, 
The Plunderers have come for me.
From whom I am not able to rise up,
My chaos has no comfort.