Take thou a lyre, Go round the city, O harlot forgotten, - Sweetly touch the strings Lengthen out the song, That thou mayest be called to mind.

Do not keep in mind former things, - And things of old, do not consider:

Put me in mind, Let us enter into judgment at once, - Recount, thou, that thou mayest be justified:

Remember ye this and shew yourselves men, - Bring it back, ye transgressors, to your minds;

And thou saidst, Unto times age-abiding, shall I be Mistress, - Insomuch that thou laidst not these things to thy heart, Didst not keep in mind the issue thereof,

Upon thy walls O Jerusalem, have I appointed watchmen, All the day and all the night through, let them not hold their peace, - O ye that put Yahweh in mind, Do not take rest to yourselves,