נ NunMy transgressions have been formed into a yoke,
fastened together by His hand;
they have been placed on my neck,
and the Lord has broken my strength.
He has handed me over
to those I cannot withstand.

ר ReshLord, see how I am in distress.
I am churning within;
my heart is broken,
for I have been very rebellious.
Outside, the sword takes the children;
inside, there is death.

He has made me dwell in darkness
like those who have been dead for ages.

My soul has been deprived of peace;
I have forgotten what happiness is.

Our inheritance has been turned over to strangers,
our houses to foreigners.