My tears run down with the rivers of the water
For the destruction of the daughter of my people
My tears trickled down and ceased not without any

Till the Lord looked down and beheld heaven

They hunt they step
My daughter fears our streets
As if the end is near

My daughter’s eyes are filled with tears
The joy of the heart is ceased
Their dance is turned into mourning
The crown has fallen from our head: woe unto men they have failed

For this your heart is faint
Your eyes are dim