You have swept them away like a flood, they fall asleep [forgotten as soon as they are gone];
In the morning they are like grass which grows anew—

Let them be like the grass on the housetops,
Which withers before it grows up,

Let our sons in their youth be like plants full grown,
And our daughters like corner pillars fashioned for a palace;

The floods have lifted up, O Lord,
The floods have lifted up their voice;
The floods lift up their pounding waves.

My eye grows dim with grief;
It grows old because of all my enemies.