Remember, O Jehovah, what hath befallen us, Look
attentively, and see our reproach.
Our inheritance hath been turned to strangers, Our houses to
Orphans we have been -- without a father, our mothers are
Our water for money we have drunk, Our wood for a price doth
For our neck we have been pursued, We have laboured -- there
hath been no rest for us.
To Egypt we have given a hand, To Asshur, to
be satisfied with bread.
Our fathers have sinned -- they are not, We their iniquities
Servants have ruled over us, A deliverer there is none from
With our lives we bring in our bread, Because of the sword
of the wilderness.
Our skin as an oven hath been burning, Because of the raging
of the famine.
Wives in Zion they have humbled, Virgins -- in cities of
Princes by their hand have been hanged, The faces of elders
have not been honoured.
Young men to grind they have taken, And youths with wood
The aged from the gate have ceased, Young men from their
Ceased hath the joy of our heart, Turned to mourning hath
been our dancing.
Fallen hath the crown from our head, Wo is now
to us, for we have sinned.
For this hath our heart been sick, For these have our eyes
For the mount of Zion -- that is desolate, Foxes have gone
up on it.
Thou, O Jehovah, to the age remainest, Thy throne to generation
Why for ever dost Thou forget us? Thou forsakest us for
length of days!
Turn us back, O Jehovah, unto Thee, And we turn back, renew
our days as of old.
For hast Thou utterly rejected us? Thou hast been wroth
against us -- exceedingly?