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Princes are hung up by their hands, leaders receive no respect.
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Young men are compelled to grind at the mill, boys stagger under loads of wood.
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The old men have deserted the city gate, the young men have given up their music.
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Joy has vanished from our hearts, our dancing has turned into mourning.
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The crown has fallen from our heads. Woe to us! for we have sinned.
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This is why our hearts are sick; this is why our eyes grow dim -
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it's because of Mount Tziyon, so wasted that jackals have overrun it.
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You, ADONAI, reign forever; your throne endures through all generations.
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Why do you never remember us? Why abandon us for so long a time?
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ADONAI, turn us back to you; and we will come back; renew our days, as they were in the past -
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unless you have totally rejected us in a fury that knows no limits. [ADONAI, turn us back to you; and we will come back; renew our days, as they were in the past.]