Lamentations 5 · איכה

Remember, O Lord, what is come upon us: consider, and behold our insult.

Our inheritance is turned over to strangers, our houses to aliens.

We are become orphans and fatherless, our mothers are like widows.

We have drunk our water for money; our own wood is sold to us.

We are pursued to our necks: we labour, and have no rest.

We have given the hand to Miżrayim, and to Ashshur, to be satisfied with bread.

Our fathers have sinned, and are no more; but we bear their iniquities.

Servants rule over us: there is none to deliver us out of their hand.

We get our bread with the peril of our lives because of the sword of the wilderness.

Our skin is hot like an oven because of the burning famine.

Women are ravished in Żiyyon, and maidens in the cities of Yehuda.

Princes are hanged up by their hand: the faces of elders are not honoured.

Young men drag the millstone, and youths stumble under the wood.

The elders have ceased from the gate, the young men from their music.

The joy of our heart is ceased; our dance is turned into mourning.

The crown is fallen from our head: woe to us, that we have sinned!

For this our heart is faint; for these things our eyes are dim.

Because of the mountain of Żiyyon, which is desolate, foxes prowl over it.

Thou, O Lord, art enthroned forever; Thy throne is from generation to generation.

Why dost Thou forget us forever, why dost Thou so long forsake us?

Turn us to Thee, O Lord, and we shall be turned; renew our days as of old:

unless Thou hast utterly rejected us; and art exceedingly angry against us.