8 Servants have ruled over us: there is none that doth deliver us out of their hand. |
9 We gat our bread with the peril of our lives because of the sword of the wilderness. |
10 Our skin was black like an oven because of the terrible famine. |
11 They ravished the women in Zion, and the maids in the cities of Judah. |
12 Princes are hanged up by their hand: the faces of elders were not honoured. |
13 They took the young men to grind, and the children fell under the wood. |
14 The elders have ceased from the gate, the young men from their musick. |
15 The joy of our heart is ceased; our dance is turned into mourning. |
16 The crown is fallen from our head: woe unto us, that we have sinned! |
17 For this our heart is faint; for these things our eyes are dim. |
18 Because of the mountain of Zion, which is desolate, the foxes walk upon it. |
