Young men are compelled to grind, and boys stagger under loads of wood.
The old men have left the city gate, the young men their music.
The joy of our hearts has ceased; our dancing has been turned to mourning.
The crown has fallen from our head; woe to us, for we have sinned!
Because of this our hearts are sick, because of these things our eyes have grown dim:
because of Mount Zion, which lies desolate; jackals prowl over it.
But you, O Lord, reign forever; your throne endures to all generations.
Why have you forgotten us completely? Why have you forsaken us these many days?
Restore us to yourself, O Lord, that we may be restored; renew our days as of old—
unless you have utterly rejected us, and are angry with us beyond measure.