Seated on the ground, in silence, are the elders of the daughter of Zion, They have lifted up dust on their head, have girded themselves with sackcloth, - Bowed down to the ground is the head, of the virgins of Jerusalem.

Let him put, in the dust, his mouth, peradventure, there is hope!

Offscouring and refuse, dost thou make us, in the midst of the peoples.

Thou, O Yahweh, unto times age-abiding, dost remain, Thy throne, from generation to generation: