Lamentations 3

Punishment is our lot.

Under God’s rod, we writhe.

Never has a people been so afflicted.

In our hearts, gall is poured.

Sinners all, we deserve death.

Help is forever beyond our reach.

Mortals couldn’t suffer more.

Execrations fill the air.

Nations turn from us in horror.

Turn your wrath from us, God!

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