For this our heart is faint; for these things our eyes have grown dim,
Because of the mountain of Zion, which is desolate: foxes walk over it.
Thou, Jehovah, dwellest a for ever; thy throne is from generation to generation.
Wherefore dost thou forget us for ever, dost thou forsake us so long time?
Turn thou us unto thee, Jehovah, and we shall be turned; renew our days as of old.
Or is it that thou hast utterly rejected us? Wouldest thou be exceeding wroth against us?