Remember, O YAHUAH (יהוה), what is come upon us: consider, and behold our reproach.
Our inheritance is turned to strangers, our houses to aliens.
We are orphans and fatherless, our mothers are as widows.
We have drunken our water for money; our wood is sold unto us.
Our necks are under persecution: we labor, and have no rest.
We have given the hand to the Mitsrayim, and to the Ashshûr, to be satisfied with bread.
Our fathers have sinned, and are not; and we have borne their iniquities.
Servants have ruled over us: there is none that does deliver us out of their hand.
We got our bread with the peril of our lives because of the sword of the wilderness.
Our skin was black like an oven because of the terrible famine.
They ravished the women in Tsı̂yôn, and the maids in the cities of Yahûdâh.
Princes are hanged up by their hand: the faces of elders were not honored.
They took the young men to grind, and the children fell 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 unto us that we have sinned!
For this our heart is faint; for these things our eyes are dim.
Because of the mountain of Tsı̂yôn, which is desolate, the foxes walk upon it.
You, O YAHUAH (יהוה), remain forever; your throne from generation to generation.
Wherefore do you forget us forever, and forsake us so long time?
Turn you us unto you, O YAHUAH (יהוה), and we shall be turned; renew our days as of old.
But you have utterly rejected us; you are very wroth against us.
