The memoirs of Nehemiah son of Hacaliah.
Hanani, one of my brothers, had just arrived from Judah with some fellow Jews. I asked them about the conditions among the Jews there who had survived the exile, and about Jerusalem.
They told me, "The exile survivors who are left there in the province are in bad shape. Conditions are appalling. The wall of Jerusalem is still rubble; the city gates are still cinders."
When I heard this, I sat down and wept. I mourned for days, fasting and praying before the God-of-Heaven.