Then he passed away, and lo, he was no more;
I sought for him, but he could not be found.

For it is not an enemy who reproaches me,
Then I could bear it;
Nor is it one who hates me who has exalted himself against me,
Then I could hide myself from him.

The stouthearted were plundered,
They sank into sleep;
And none of the warriors could use his hands.

And turned their rivers to blood,
And their streams, they could not drink.

His priests fell by the sword,
And His widows could not weep.

If You, Lord, should mark iniquities,
O Lord, who could stand?