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Remember, Yahweh, what has come on us.
    Look, and see our reproach.
Our inheritance has been turned over 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 to us.
Our pursuers are on our necks.
    We are weary, and have no rest.
We have given our hands to the Egyptians,
    and to the Assyrians, to be satisfied with bread.
Our fathers sinned, and are no more.
    We have borne their iniquities.
Servants rule over us.
    There is no one to deliver us out of their hand.
We get our bread at the peril of our lives,
    because of the sword of the wilderness.
10 Our skin is black like an oven,
    because of the burning heat of famine.
11 They ravished the women in Zion,
    the virgins in the cities of Judah.
12 Princes were hanged up by their hands.
    The faces of elders were not honored.
13 The young men carry millstones.
    The children stumbled under loads of wood.
14 The elders have ceased from the gate,
    and the young men from their music.
15 The joy of our heart has ceased.
    Our dance is turned into mourning.
16 The crown has fallen from our head.
    Woe to us, for we have sinned!
17 For this our heart is faint.
    For these things our eyes are dim:
18 for the mountain of Zion, which is desolate.
    The foxes walk on it.

19 You, Yahweh, remain forever.
    Your throne is from generation to generation.
20 Why do you forget us forever,
    and forsake us for so long a time?
21 Turn us to yourself, Yahweh, and we will be turned.
    Renew our days as of old.
22 But you have utterly rejected us.
    You are very angry against us.

A Prayer for Restoration

Remember, O Lord, what has come upon us;
    look, and see our reproach!
Our inheritance has been turned over to strangers,
    our homes to foreigners.
We have become orphans and fatherless;
    our mothers are like widows.
We must pay for the water we drink;
    our wood is sold to us.
Our pursuers are at our necks;
    we labor and have no rest.
We have given our hand to Egypt and to Assyria,
    to be satisfied with bread.
Our fathers sinned and are no more,
    but we bear their iniquities.
Slaves rule over us;
    there is no one to deliver us from their hand.
We get our bread at the peril of our lives,
    because of the sword in the wilderness.
10 Our skin is hot as an oven,
    because of the terrible famine.
11 They ravished the women in Zion,
    the virgins in the cities of Judah.
12 Princes were hung up by their hands,
    the faces of elders were not honored.
13 Young men ground at the millstones;
    boys staggered under loads of wood.
14 The elders have left the city gate,
    the young men stopped their music.
15 The joy of our hearts has ceased;
    our dancing has turned into mourning.
16 The crown has fallen from our head;
    woe to us, for we have sinned!
17 For this our heart is faint;
    for these things our eyes grow dim;
18 because of Mount Zion, which is desolate,
    with foxes walking upon it.

19 You, O Lord, remain forever;
    Your throne endures from generation to generation.
20 Why do You forget us forever,
    and forsake us for so long a time?
21 Restore us to Yourself, O Lord, that we may return!
    Renew our days as of old,
22 unless You have utterly rejected us,
    and are very angry with us.