Book of Lamentations.

No doubt this would be the mournful cry of our helpless and oppressed brethren.

Remember O Lord, what has happened to us.
Look at us, and see our disgrace.
Our property is in the hands of strangers;
Foreigners are living in our homes.
Our fathers have been killed by the enemy,
And now our mothers are widows.


We must pay for the waters we drink;
We must buy the wood we need for fuel .
We are ruled by men, who are no better than slaves,
And no one can save us from their power.
Murderers roam through the countryside;
We risk our lives when we look for food.
Hunger has made us burn with fever,
Until our skin is as hot as an oven ..
Our leaders have been taken and hanged;
Our old men are not shown respect
Our young men are forced to grind corn like slaves,
Boys go staggering under heavy loads of wood .
Happiness has gone out of our lives;
Grief has taken the place of our dances .
We are sick at our very hearts
And can hardly see through our tears.
But you O Lord are king forever,
And rule to the end of time.
Why have you abandoned us so long
Will you ever remember us again
Bring us back to you, Lord! Bring us back!
Restore our ancient glory