We have submitted to Egypt and Assyria to get enough bread.

Our fathers sinned, and are no more;
It is we who have borne their iniquities.

Slaves rule over us;
There is no one to deliver us from their hand.

We get our bread at the risk of our lives
Because of the sword in the wilderness.

They ravished the women in Zion,
The virgins in the cities of Judah.

Our skin has become as hot as an oven,
Because of the burning heat of famine.

Restore us to You, O Lord, that we may be restored;
Renew our days as of old,

The joy of our hearts has ceased;
Our dancing has been turned into mourning.

Young men worked at the grinding mill,
And youths stumbled under loads of wood.

Princes were hung by their hands;
Elders were not respected.

Remember, O Lord, what has befallen us;
Look, and see our reproach!

Because of Mount Zion which lies desolate,
Foxes prowl in it.

Unless You have utterly rejected us
And are exceedingly angry with us.

Elders are gone from the gate,
Young men from their music.

You, O Lord, rule forever;
Your throne is from generation to generation.

Because of this our heart is faint,
Because of these things our eyes are dim;

The crown has fallen from our head;
Woe to us, for we have sinned!

Our inheritance has been turned over to strangers,
Our houses to aliens.

Why do You forget us forever?
Why do You forsake us so long?

We have become orphans without a father,
Our mothers are like widows.

Our pursuers are at our necks;
We are worn out, there is no rest for us.

We have to pay for our drinking water,
Our wood comes to us at a price.