JPS Tanakh 1917
1Remember, O LORD, what is come upon us;
Behold, and see our reproach.
2Our inheritance is turned unto strangers,
Our houses unto aliens.
3We are become orphans and fatherless,
Our mothers are as widows.
4We have drunk our water for money;
Our wood cometh to us for price.
5To our very necks we are pursued;
We labour, and have no rest.
6We have given the hand to Egypt,
And to Assyria, to have bread enough;
7Our fathers have sinned, and are not;
And we have borne their iniquities.
8Servants rule over us;
There is none to deliver us out of their hand.
9We get our bread with the peril of our lives
Because of the sword of the wilderness.
10Our skin is hot like an oven
Because of the burning heat of famine.
11They have ravished the women in Zion,
The maidens in the cities of Judah.
12Princes are hanged up by their hand;
The faces of elders are not honoured.
13The young men have borne the mill,
And the children have stumbled under the wood.
14The elders have ceased from the gate,
The young men from their music.
15The joy of our heart is ceased;
Our dance is turned into mourning.
16The crown is fallen from our head;
Woe unto us! for we have sinned.
17For this our heart is faint,
For these things our eyes are dim;
18For the mountain of Zion, which is desolate,
The foxes walk upon it.
19Thou, O LORD, art enthroned for ever,
Thy throne is from generation to generation.
20Wherefore dost Thou forget us for ever,
And forsake us so long time?
21Turn Thou us unto Thee, O LORD, and we shall be turned;
Renew our days as of old.
22Thou canst not have utterly rejected us,
And be exceeding wroth against us!