Remember,
O LORD,
what is come upon us: consider,
and behold
our reproach.
Our inheritance
is turned
to strangers,
our houses
to aliens.
We are orphans
and fatherless,
our mothers
are as widows.
We have drunken
our water
for money;
our wood
is sold
unto us.
Our necks
are under persecution:
we labour,
and have no rest.
We have given
the hand
to the Egyptians,
and to the Assyrians,
to be satisfied
with bread.
Our fathers
have sinned,
and are not;
and we have borne
their iniquities.
Servants
have ruled
over us: there is none that doth deliver
us out of their hand.
We gat
our bread
with the peril of our lives
because
of the sword
of the wilderness.
Our skin
was black
like an oven
because
of the terrible
famine.
They ravished
the women
in Zion,
and the maids
in the cities
of Judah.
Princes
are hanged up
by their hand:
the faces
of elders
were not honoured.
They took
the young men
to grind,
and the children
fell
under the wood.
The elders
have ceased
from the gate,
the young men
from their musick.
The joy
of our heart
is ceased;
our dance
is turned
into mourning.
The crown
is fallen
from our head:
woe
unto us, that we have sinned!
For this our heart
is faint;
for these things our eyes
are dim.
Because of the mountain
of Zion,
which is desolate,
the foxes
walk
upon it.
Thou, O LORD,
remainest
for ever;
thy throne
from generation
to generation.
Wherefore dost thou forget
us for ever,
and forsake
us so long
time?
Turn
thou us unto thee, O LORD,
and we shall be turned;
renew
our days
as of old.
But thou hast utterly
rejected
us; thou art very
wroth
against us.
