Their heart, hath made outcry, unto My Lord, - O wall of the daughter of Zion - Let tears run down as a torrent day and night, Do not give thyself relief, Let not the weeping of thine eye cease!

Let him give, to him that smiteth him, his cheek, let him be sated with reproach.

Let us search out our ways, and examine them well, and let us return unto Yahweh;