¹³ Our best youths are forced to grind grain relentlessly;
    and boys stagger, bent under burdens of wood too heavy.
¹⁴ Gone from the gates are debate, trade, and the wisdom of sages.
    The streets, too, are silent—the young neglect their music.
¹⁵ The joy from our hearts is gone, utterly gone.
    Our once-dancing feet now plod along mournfully.