For this hath our heart been sick, For these have our eyes been dim.
For the mount of Zion -- that is desolate, Foxes have gone up on it.
Thou, O Jehovah, to the age remainest, Thy throne to generation and generation.
Why for ever dost Thou forget us? Thou forsakest us for length of days!
Turn us back, O Jehovah, unto Thee, And we turn back, renew our days as of old.
For hast Thou utterly rejected us? Thou hast been wroth against us -- exceedingly?