Our ancestors sinned; they are
and 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.
Our skin is as black as an oven
from the scorching heat
Women are raped in Zion,
virgins in the towns of Judah.
Princes are strung up by
no respect is shown to the elders.
Young men are compelled to grind,
and boys stagger under loads
The old men have left the city
the young men their music.
The joy of our hearts has ceased;
our dancing has been turned
The crown has fallen from
woe to us for we have sinned!
Because of this our hearts are sick,
because of these things our eyes
have grown dim.
But you, O Lord, reign forever;
your throne endures to all
Why have your forgotten us
Why have you forsaken us these
Restore us to yourself, O Lord,
that we may be restored;
renew our days as of old--
unless you have utterly rejected
and are angry with us beyond
measure. (Lam. 5:7-22)