The Babylonian Exile

For though He afflicted, yet He hath pitied, According to the abundance of His kindness.

For He hath not afflicted with His heart, Nor doth He grieve the sons of men.

To bruise under one's feet any bound ones of earth,

To turn aside the judgment of a man, Over-against the face of the Most High,

To subvert a man in his cause, the Lord hath not approved.

Who is this--he hath said, and it is, And the Lord hath not commanded it ?

From the mouth of the Most High Go not forth the evils and the good.

What--sigh habitually doth a living man, A man for his sin?

We search our ways, and investigate, And turn back unto Jehovah.

We lift up our heart on the hands unto God in the heavens.

We--we have transgressed and rebelled, Thou--Thou hast not forgiven.

Thou hast covered Thyself with anger, And dost pursue us; Thou hast slain--Thou hast not pitied.

Thou hast covered Thyself with a cloud, So that prayer doth not pass through.

Offscouring and refuse Thou dost make us In the midst of the peoples.

Opened against us their mouth have all our enemies.

Fear and a snare hath been for us, Desolation and destruction.

Rivulets of water go down my eye, For the destruction of the daughter of my people.

Mine eye is poured out, And doth not cease without intermission,

Till Jehovah looketh and seeth from the heavens,

My eye affecteth my soul, Because of all the daughters of my city.

Hunted me sore as a bird have my enemies without cause.

They have cut off in a pit my life, And they cast a stone against me.

Flowed have waters over my head, I have said, I have been cut off.

I called Thy name, O Jehovah, from the lower pit.

My voice Thou hast heard, Hide not Thine ear at my breathing--at my cry.