Remember, Jehovah, our strait,
Remember our noyance.
The elders have failed from the gate,
The youths from their joyance.

Our fathers have sinned, and are not,
We bear their offences;
The stranger inherits our lot,
The foe our defences.

Our princes are tortured and slain,
Our daughters win scorning;
Our triumph hath ended in pain,
Our dances in mourning.

The temple of God is defaced,
The temple of Zion;
Our beautiful hill is a waste
For foxes to lie on.

Thy kingdom remaineth, O Lord,
Forever and ever;
Why needest Thou hold us abhorred
And pardon us never?

Behold us, O God, we implore.
Behold us in pity;
Restore thy sad people; restore
Thy sorrowing city.