A Prayer for Mercy and Restoration
1Remember, O LORD, what is come upon us: consider, and behold our reproach.
2Our inheritance is turned to strangers, our houses to aliens.
3We are orphans and fatherless, our mothers are as widows.
4We have drunken our water for money; our wood is sold unto us.
5Our necks are under persecution: we labour, and have no rest.
6We have given the hand to the Egyptians, and to the Assyrians, to be satisfied with bread.
7Our fathers have sinned, and are not; and we have borne their iniquities.
8Servants have ruled over us: there is none that doth deliver us out of their hand.
9We gat our bread with the peril of our lives because of the sword of the wilderness.
10Our skin was black like an oven because of the terrible famine.
11They ravished the women in Zion, and the maids in the cities of Judah.
12Princes are hanged up by their hand: the faces of elders were not honoured.
13They took the young men to grind, and the children fell under the wood.
14The elders have ceased from the gate, the young men from their musick.
15The joy of our heart is ceased; our dance is turned into mourning.
16The crown is fallen from our head: woe unto us, that we have sinned!
17For this our heart is faint; for these things our eyes are dim.
18Because of the mountain of Zion, which is desolate, the foxes walk upon it.
19Thou, O LORD, remainest for ever; thy throne 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.
22But thou hast utterly rejected us; thou art very wroth against us.
King James Bible
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A Prayer for Restoration
1 Remember, Yahweh, what has come on us: Look, and see our reproach.
2 Our inheritance is turned to strangers, Our houses to aliens.
3 We are orphans and fatherless; Our mothers are as widows.
4 We have drunken our water for money; Our wood is sold to us.
5 Our pursuers are on our necks: We are weary, and have no rest.
6 We have given the hand to the Egyptians, To the Assyrians, to be satisfied with bread.
7 Our fathers sinned, and are no more; We have borne their iniquities.
8 Servants rule over us: There is none to deliver us out of their hand.
9 We get our bread at the peril of our lives, Because of the sword of the wilderness.
10 Our skin is black like an oven, Because of the burning heat of famine.
11 They ravished the women in Zion, The virgins in the cities of Judah.
12 Princes were hanged up by their hand: The faces of elders were not honored.
13 The young men bare the mill; The children stumbled under the wood.
14 The elders have ceased from the gate, The young men from their music.
15 The joy of our heart is ceased; Our dance is turned into mourning.
16 The crown is fallen from our head: Woe to us! for we have sinned.
17 For this our heart is faint; For these things our eyes are dim;
18 For the mountain of Zion, which is desolate: The foxes walk on it.
19 You, Yahweh, remain forever; Your throne is from generation to generation.
20 Why do you forget us forever, And forsake us so long time?
21 Turn us to yourself, Yahweh, and we shall be turned. Renew our days as of old.
22 But you have utterly rejected us; You are very angry against us.
A Prayer for Restoration
1 Remember, O LORD, what has happened to us.
Look and see our disgrace!
2 Our inheritance has been turned over to strangers,
our houses to foreigners.
3 We have become fatherless orphans;
our mothers are widows.
4 We must buy the water we drink;
our wood comes at a price.
5 We are closely pursued;
we are weary and find no rest.
6 We submitted to Egypt and Assyria
to get enough bread.
7 Our fathers sinned and are no more,
but we bear their punishment.
8 Slaves rule over us;
there is no one to deliver us from their hands.
9 We get our bread at the risk of our lives
because of the sword in the wilderness.
10 Our skin is as hot as an oven
with fever from our hunger.
11 Women have been ravished in Zion,
virgins in the cities of Judah.
12 Princes have been hung up by their hands;
elders receive no respect.
13 Young men toil at millstones;
boys stagger under loads of wood.
14 The elders have left the city gate;
the young men have stopped their music.
15 Joy has left our hearts;
our dancing has turned to mourning.
16 The crown has fallen from our head.
Woe to us, for we have sinned!
17 Because of this, our hearts are faint;
because of these, our eyes grow dim—
18 because of Mount Zion, which lies desolate,
patrolled by foxes.
19 You, O LORD, reign forever;
Your throne endures from generation to generation.
20 Why have You forgotten us forever?
Why have You forsaken us for so long?
21 Restore us to Yourself, O LORD, so we may return;
renew our days as of old,
22 unless You have utterly rejected us
and remain angry with us beyond measure.
A Prayer for Mercy and Restoration
1Remember, O Jehovah, what hath befallen us, Look attentively, and see our reproach.
2Our inheritance hath been turned to strangers, Our houses to foreigners.
3Orphans we have been -- without a father, our mothers are as widows.
4Our water for money we have drunk, Our wood for a price doth come.
5For our neck we have been pursued, We have laboured -- there hath been no rest for us.
6To Egypt we have given a hand, To Asshur, to be satisfied with bread.
7Our fathers have sinned -- they are not, We their iniquities have borne.
8Servants have ruled over us, A deliverer there is none from their hand.
9With our lives we bring in our bread, Because of the sword of the wilderness.
10Our skin as an oven hath been burning, Because of the raging of the famine.
11Wives in Zion they have humbled, Virgins -- in cities of Judah.
12Princes by their hand have been hanged, The faces of elders have not been honoured.
13Young men to grind they have taken, And youths with wood have stumbled.
14The aged from the gate have ceased, Young men from their song.
15Ceased hath the joy of our heart, Turned to mourning hath been our dancing.
16Fallen hath the crown from our head, Woe is now to us, for we have sinned.
17For this hath our heart been sick, For these have our eyes been dim.
18For the mount of Zion -- that is desolate, Foxes have gone up on it.
19Thou, O Jehovah, to the age remainest, Thy throne to generation and generation.
20Why for ever dost Thou forget us? Thou forsakest us for length of days!
21Turn us back, O Jehovah, unto Thee, And we turn back, renew our days as of old.
22For hast Thou utterly rejected us? Thou hast been wroth against us -- exceedingly?
