“What a generation you turned out to be!Didn’t I tell you? Didn’t I warn you?Have I let you down, Israel?Am I nothing but a dead-end street?Why do my people say, ‘Good riddance!From now on we’re on our own’?Young women don’t forget their jewelry, do they?Brides don’t show up without their veils, do they?But my people forget me.Day after day after day they never give me a thought.