“Arise, cry out in the night, at the beginning of the night watches! Pour out your heart like water before the presence of the Lord! Lift your hands to him for the lives of your children, who faint for hunger at the head of every street.”

You summoned as if to a festival day my terrors on every side, and on the day of the anger of the Lord no one escaped or survived; those whom I held and raised my enemy destroyed.

they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.

The Holy Stones Lie Scattered

How the gold has grown dim, how the pure gold is changed! The holy stones lie scattered at the head of every street.

Our eyes failed, ever watching vainly for help; in our watching we watched for a nation which could not save.