Remember, Lord, what happened to us. Look and see our disgrace.
Our land has been turned over to strangers; our houses have been given to foreigners.
We are like orphans with no father; our mothers are like widows.
We have to buy the water we drink; we must pay for the firewood.
Those who chase after us want to catch us by the neck. We are tired and find no rest.
We made an agreement with Egypt and with Assyria to get enough food.
Our ancestors sinned against you, but they are gone; now we suffer because of their sins.
Slaves have become our rulers, and no one can save us from them.
We risk our lives to get our food; we face death in the desert.
Our skin is hot like an oven; we burn with starvation.
The enemy abused the women of Jerusalem and the girls in the cities of Judah.
Princes were hung by the hands; they did not respect our older leaders.
The young men ground grain at the mill, and boys stumbled under loads of wood.
The older leaders no longer sit at the city gates; the young men no longer sing.
We have no more joy in our hearts; our dancing has turned to sadness.
The crown has fallen from our head. How terrible it is because we sinned.
Because of this we are afraid, and now our eyes are dim.
Mount Zion is empty, and wild dogs wander around it.
But you rule forever, Lord. You will be King from now on.
Why have you forgotten us for so long? Have you left us forever?
Bring us back to you, Lord, and we will return. Make our days as they were before,
or have you completely rejected us? Are you so angry with us?