Lament
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Lament
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Turn back to your Lord, your God
My eyes are failing from tears
My insides are all twisted up
Lament
For your crushing pain is great
Who will mourn for you?
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Turn back to your Lord, your God
Lament
My heart is spent on the ground, why, my God?
Over the brokenness of my people's daughter
As the little one fades away
And the nursing child in the streets of the town
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Turn back to your Lord, your God