Let our sons in their youth be as grown-up plants,
And our daughters as corner pillars fashioned as for a palace;

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

My knees are weak from fasting,
And my flesh has grown lean, without fatness.

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