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HEBREW MELODY.
“Thou hast covered thyself with a cloud, that our prayers should not pass through.”—
Lamentations, 3:44.
Lamentations, 3:44.
We have prayed, in the midnight deep,
For Salem doomed by thee;
Oh! when will thine anger sleep,
And our fettered limbs be free?
Her princes wail aloud,
And fly while foes pursue—
“Thou hast covered thyself with a cloud,
That our prayers should not pass though.”
For Salem doomed by thee;
Oh! when will thine anger sleep,
And our fettered limbs be free?
Her princes wail aloud,
And fly while foes pursue—
“Thou hast covered thyself with a cloud,
That our prayers should not pass though.”
Joy of the earth no more,
Her strongholds are destroyed,
And the glittering crown she wore
Of brightness is devoid.
For sackcloth, lo! the proud
Change robes of scarlet hue—
“Thou hast covered thyself with a cloud,
That our prayers should not pass through.”
Her strongholds are destroyed,
And the glittering crown she wore
Of brightness is devoid.
For sackcloth, lo! the proud
Change robes of scarlet hue—
“Thou hast covered thyself with a cloud,
That our prayers should not pass through.”
For corn and wine in vain
Her famished children call,
And drugged is the cup they drain
With the wormwood and the gall:
In dust are the mighty bowed
With their ruined homes in view—
“Thou hast covered thyself with a cloud,
That our prayers should not pass through.”
Her famished children call,
And drugged is the cup they drain
With the wormwood and the gall:
In dust are the mighty bowed
With their ruined homes in view—
“Thou hast covered thyself with a cloud,
That our prayers should not pass through.”
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She, on whose queenly head
The gifts of heaven were showered,
Droops, widowed by the dead,
With watching overpowered.
The tears of a ghastly crowd
Her walks and courts bedew—
“Thou hast covered thyself with a cloud,
That our prayers should not pass through.”
The gifts of heaven were showered,
Droops, widowed by the dead,
With watching overpowered.
The tears of a ghastly crowd
Her walks and courts bedew—
“Thou hast covered thyself with a cloud,
That our prayers should not pass through.”
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