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The Lament.
Remember, Jehovah, our strait,
Remember our noyance.
The elders have failed from the gate,
The youths from their joyance.
Remember our noyance.
The elders have failed from the gate,
The youths from their joyance.
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Our fathers have sinned, and are not,
We bear their offences;
The stranger inherits our lot,
The foe our defences.
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.
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.
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?
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.
Behold us in pity;
Restore thy sad people; restore
Thy sorrowing city.
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