Lamentations 5
Behold, and see our reproach.
Our houses unto aliens.
Our mothers are as widows.
Our wood is sold unto us.
We are weary, and have no rest.
And to the Assyrians, to be satisfied with bread.
And we have borne their iniquities.
There is none to deliver us out of their hand.
Because of the sword of the wilderness.
Because of the burning heat of famine.
The virgins in the cities of Judah.
The faces of elders were not honored.
And the children stumbled under the wood.
The young men from their music.
Our dance is turned into mourning.
Woe unto us! for we have sinned.
For these things our eyes are dim;
The foxes walk upon it.
Thy throne is from generation to generation.
And forsake us so long time?
Renew our days as of old.
Thou art very wroth against us.