We piped you a tune and you did not dance
-we played you a dirge and you did not mourn.
How can you believe
-when you accept approval from one another?
How can we sing the song of the Lord
-in so strange a land?
Truth has dwindled from the sons of men
-falsehoods and vanities they speak, one to another.
There is not a good man left
-all have gone astray - every one - each to his own way.
God of hosts, bring us back,
-let your face shine on us and we shall be saved.