43-45. “You lost your temper with us, holding nothing back.You chased us and cut us down without mercy.You wrapped yourself in thick blankets of cloudsso no prayers could get through.You treated us like dirty dishwater,threw us out in the backyard of the nations.
46-48. “Our enemies shout abuse,their mouths full of derision, spitting invective.We’ve been to hell and back.We’ve nowhere to turn, nowhere to go.Rivers of tears pour from my eyesat the smashup of my dear people.
49-51. “The tears stream from my eyes,an artesian well of tears,Until you, God, look down from on high,look and see my tears.When I see what’s happened to the young women in the city,the pain breaks my heart.
52-54. “Enemies with no reason to be enemieshunted me down like a bird.They threw me into a pit,then pelted me with stones.Then the rains came and filled the pit.The water rose over my head. I said, ‘It’s all over.’