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O God, the mighty Commander of Angel Armies,
how much longer will you smolder in anger?
How much longer will you be disgusted with your people
even when they pray?
You have fed us with sorrow and grief
and made us drink our tears by the bowlful.
You’ve made us a thorn in the side of all the neighboring lands,
and now they just laugh at us with their mocking scorn.

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