Your sons are the perplexed ones, that sleep at the top of every street as a half-boiled beet; they that are full of the anger of the Lord, caused to faint by the Lord God.

Because I kept silence, my bones waxed old, from my crying all the day.

For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me; I became thoroughly miserable while a thorn was fastened in [me]. Pause.

I have been afflicted and brought down exceedingly; I have roared for the groaning of my heart.

And their hearts did not cry to Me, but they howled on their beds: they pined for oil and wine.

As a swallow, so will I cry, and as a dove, so do I mourn; for my eyes have failed from looking to the height of heaven to the Lord, who has delivered me,

I went mourning without restraint, and I have stood and cried out in the assembly.

I have become a brother of monsters, and a companion of ostriches.

We assembled for peace, but there was no prosperity; for a time of healing, but there was anxiety.

Who will give water to my head, and a fountain of tears to my eyes? Then would I weep for this my people day and night, [even] for the slain of the daughter of my people.

But they that escape among them shall be delivered, and shall be upon the mountains, and I will slay all [the rest], everyone for his iniquities.

Moreover His salvation is near to them that fear Him; that glory may dwell in our land.

Salvation is far from sinners; for they have not searched out Your statutes.