Judah has gone into exile under affliction
And under harsh servitude;
She dwells among the nations,
But she has found no rest;
All her pursuers have overtaken her
In the midst of distress.

To crush under His feet
All the prisoners of the land,

You will pursue them in anger and destroy them
From under the heavens of the Lord!

The breath of our nostrils, the Lord’s anointed,
Was captured in their pits,
Of whom we had said, “Under his shadow
We shall live among the nations.”

Young men worked at the grinding mill,
And youths stumbled under loads of wood.