Heth: It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed,
because his compassions fail not.

They are new every morning: great is your faithfulness.

The Lord is my portion, said my soul;
therefore will I hope in him.

Teth: The Lord is good unto them that wait for him,
to the soul that seeks him.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
turn to the Lord, your God.

Beth: The renowned sons of Sion, comparable to fine gold,
how are they esteemed as pitchers,
the work of the hands of a potter.

Ghimel: Even the sea monsters draw out the breast,
they give suck to their young ones:
the daughter of my people is become cruel,
like the ostriches in the wilderness.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
turn to the Lord, your God.

Remember, O Lord, what has befallen us:
look and see how we are scorned.
Our inheritance has been handed to strangers,
our houses to foreigners.
We are like orphans, without a father;
our mothers are like widows.
The water we drink we must pay for,
our kindling we obtain at a price.
We are led away, our necks under the yoke;
we are weary, yet are given no rest.
We have put ourselves into the hands of Egypt
and the Assyrians to have our fill of bread.
Our fathers sinned and are no more,
but we bear the burden of their wickedness.
Slaves have become our masters
and there is no one to deliver us from them.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
turn to the Lord your God.

Souviens-toi, ô Seigneur, de ce qui nous est advenu;
regarde et vois notre déshonneur.
Notre héritage a été donné à des inconnus,
nos maisons à des étrangers.
Nous sommes comme des orphelins, sans père;
nos mères sont comme des veuves.
Il nous faut payer l’eau que nous buvons,
et notre petit bois a un prix.
Nous sommes emmenés, la nuque sous le joug;
nous sommes las, mais aucun repos ne nous est accordé.
Nous nous sommes mis entre les mains de l’Egypte
et des Assyriens pour avoir notre content de pain.
Nos pères ont péché et ne sont plus,
mais nous portons le fardeau de leur méchanceté.
Les esclaves sont devenus nos maîtres
et il n’y a personne pour nous en délivrer.

Jérusalem, Jérusalem,
tourne-toi vers le Seigneur, ton Dieu.

Gedenke, Herr, wie es uns geht:
Schau und sieh unsere Schande.
Unser Erbe ist Unbekannten gegeben worden,
unsere Häuser Fremden.
Wir sind wie Waisen ohne Vater;
unsere Mütter sind wie Witwen.
Das Wasser, das wir trinken, müssen wir bezahlen,
unser Feuerholz erwerben wir teuer.
Wir werden getrieben im Joch; und wenn wir
müde sind, lässt man uns doch keine Ruhe.
Wir haben uns in die Hände Ägyptens und Assyriens
ergeben, damit wir doch satt werden vom Brot.
Unsere Väter haben gesündigt und sind nicht
mehr da, aber wir tragen die Last ihrer Übeltaten.
Sklaven sind jetzt unsere Herren,
und es ist keiner da, der uns von ihnen befreit.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
wende dich dem Herrn, deinem Gott, zu.

Remember O Lord what has befallen us;
look and see how we are scorned.

Our inheritance has been handed to strangers,
our houses to foreigners.

We are like orphans, without a father;
our mothers are like widows.

The water we drink we must pay for,
our kindling we obtain at a price.

We are led away, our necks under the yoke;
we are weary, yet are given no rest.

We have put ourselves into the hand of Egypt and the Assyrians
to have our fill of bread.

Our fathers sinned and are no more,
but we bear the burden of their wickedness.

Slaves have become our masters
and there is no one to deliver us from them.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
turn to the Lord, your God.