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.