Moff LAM Chapter 5

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Consider our plight, O Eternal,

ah, look at our disgrace--

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our heritage handed to foreigners,

our homes to aliens;

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fatherless orphans are we,

our mothers are like widows;

4 

we must buy our own water,

our wood has to be paid for;

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we surrendered to the foe,

thinking to get food enough;

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but they have borne hard on us,

we toil and get no rest.

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Our fathers sinned; they are no more,

but we must bear their guilt.

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Slaves now lord it over us,

with none to rescue us;

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we get in our corn at the risk of our lives

from Arabs of the desert;

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our skin glows like an oven,

with the fever heat of famine.

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Women are ravished in Sion,

and girls in the towns of Judah;

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nobles hung up by the hand,

and sheikhs outraged.

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Nobles stoop to grind at the mill,

lords stagger with loads of logs;

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no sheikhs now sit at the city-gates,

no young men at their music!

15 

Gone all that gave our hearts delight,

our dancing turned to mourning;

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the crown has fallen from our head!

Ah, woe to us, for we have sinned!

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And this makes our heart faint,

and this makes our eyes dim,

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that Sion hill lies desolate,

with jackals roaming over it.

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Thou art enthroned for ever, O Eternal,

reigning from age to age.

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Why wilt thou never remember us,

forsaking us all these years?

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Restore us, O Eternal, let us return;

renew our days as of yore--

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unless thou hast utterly discarded us

in anger all too sore!