We gave the hand to Egypt, to Assur, to be filled with bread.

Our fathers sinned, they are not; we bore their iniquities.

Servants ruled over us: none delivering from their hand.

With our souls we shall bring our bread from the face of the sword of the desert

They humbled the women in Zion the virgins in the cities of Judah.

Our skin was scorched as a furnace from the face of the violent heat of famine.

Turn us back, O Jehovah, to thee, and we shall be turned; renew our days as of old.

The joy of our heart ceased; our dance was turned to mourning.

They took away the chosen ones to grind, and the young men were weak in the wood.

Chiefs were hung by their hand: the faces of old men were not honored.

Remember, O Jehovah, what was to us: look and see our reproach.

For mount Zion was laid waste, the foxes went upon it.

But rejecting, thou didst reject us; thou wert angry against us even greatly.

Old men ceased from the gate, the chosen ones from their stringed instruments.

Thou, O Jehovah, shalt dwell forever; thy throne to generation and generation.

For this our heart was languid; for this our eyes were darkened.

The crown of our head fell: wo! now to us, for we sinned.

Our inheritance was turned to strangers, our houses to foreigners.

Wherefore wilt thou forget us forever? wilt thou forsake us to length of days?

We were orphans, no father; our mothers as widows.

Upon our necks were we pursued: we labored and no rest to us.

We drank our water for silver; our wood will come for a price.