A pitiful complaint of Zion in prayer unto God.
1. aREMEMBER, O LORD, what is come upon us: consider, and behold our reproach.
2. Our inheritance is bturned to strangers, our houses to aliens.
3. We are corphans and fatherless, our mothers are as widows.
4. dWe have drunken our water for money; our wood 1is sold unto us.
5. 2Our necks are under persecution: ewe labour, and have no rest.
6. We fhave given the ghand to the Egyptians, and to the Assyrians, to be satisfied with bread.
7. hOur fathers have sinned, and iare not; and we have borne their iniquities.
8. jServants have ruled over us: there is none that doth deliver us out of their hand.
9. We *gat our bread kwith the peril of our lives because of the sword of the wilderness.
10. lOur skin was black like an oven because of the 3terrible famine.
11. mThey ravished the women in Zion, and the maids in the cities of Judah.
12. nPrinces are hanged up by their hand: the faces of elders were not honoured.
13. oThey took pthe young men to grind, and the children fell under the wood.
14. qThe elders have ceased from the gate, the young men from their musick.
15. The joy of our heart is ceased; our dance is turned into mourning.
16. 4The crown is fallen from our head: woe unto us, rthat we have sinned!
17. sFor this our heart is faint; for these things our eyes are dim.
18. tBecause of the mountain of Zion, which is desolate, the foxes walk upon it.
19. Thou, O LORD, uremainest for ever; vthy throne from generation to generation.
20. wWherefore dost thou forget us for ever, and forsake us 5so long time?
21. Turn thou us xunto thee, O LORD, and we shall be turned; renew our days as of old.
22. 6But thou hast yutterly rejected us; thou art very *wroth against us.
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.