The troubles of my heart are enlarged;
Bring me out of my distresses.
“Remove Your plague from me;
Because of the opposition of Your hand I am perishing.
Do not be angry beyond measure, O LORD, Nor remember iniquity forever; Behold, look now, all of us are Your people. Your holy cities have become a wilderness, Zion has become a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
Our holy and beautiful house, Where our fathers praised You, Has been burned by fire; And all our precious things have become a ruin. read more.
Will You restrain Yourself at these things, O LORD? Will You keep silent and afflict us beyond measure?
Heal me, O Lord, and I will be healed;
Save me and I will be saved,
For You are my praise.
Your holy cities have become a wilderness,
Zion has become a wilderness,
Jerusalem a desolation.