Our fathers have sinned, and are no more; and we have borne their iniquities.
Servants have ruled over us; there is none that doth deliver us out of their hand.
We got our bread with the peril of our lives, because of the sword of the wilderness.
Our skin was black like an oven because of the terrible famine.
They ravished the women in Zion, and the maids in the cities of Judah.
Princes are hanged up by their hand; the faces of elders were not honored.
They took the young men to grind, and the children fell under the wood.
The elders have ceased from the gate, the young men from their music.
The joy of our heart is ceased; our dance is turned into mourning.
The crown is fallen from our head. Woe unto us that we have sinned!
For this our heart is faint; for these things our eyes are dim.