Let your cry go up to the Lord: O wall of the daughter of Zion, let your weeping be flowing down like a stream day and night; give yourself no rest, let not your eyes keep back the drops of sorrow.

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;