Clapped hands at thee have all passing by the way, They have hissed -- and they shake the head At the daughter of Jerusalem: 'Is this the city of which they said: The perfection of beauty, a joy to all the land?'

Opened against thee their mouth have all thine enemies, They have hissed, yea, they gnash the teeth, They have said: 'We have swallowed her up, Surely this is the day that we looked for, We have found -- we have seen.'

This I turn to my heart -- therefore I hope.

Who is this -- he hath said, and it is, And the Lord hath not commanded it?

For this hath our heart been sick, For these have our eyes been dim.