Lord my God, You have done many things—
Your wonderful works and Your plans for us;
none can compare with You.
If I were to report and speak of them,
they are more than can be told.

Insults have broken my heart,
and I am in despair.
I waited for sympathy,
but there was none;
for comforters, but found no one.

There are no signs for us to see.
There is no longer a prophet.
And none of us knows how long this will last.

The brave-hearted have been plundered;
they have slipped into their final sleep.
None of the warriors was able to lift a hand.

Then none who pass by will say,
“May the Lord’s blessing be on you.”

We bless you in the name of Yahweh.