¹⁸ We can’t go into the streets without danger to our lives. Our end is near—our days are numbered. We are doomed. ¹⁹ Our enemies are swifter than the eagles; if we flee to the mountains, they find us. If we hide in the wilderness, they are waiting for us there. ²⁰ Our king—the life of our life, the Lord’s anointed—was captured in their snares. Yes, even our mighty king, about whom we had boasted that under his protection we could hold our own against any nation on earth!