15 Joy has left our heart;our dancing has changed into lamentation.
16 The crown has fallen off our head.We are doomed because we have sinned.
17 Because of all this our heart is sick;because of these things our glance is dark.
18 Mount Zion, now deserted—only jackals walk on it now!
19 But you, Lord, will rule forever;your throne lasts from one generation to the next.
20 Why do you forget us continually;why do you abandon us for such a long time?
21 Return us, Lord, to yourself. Please let us return!Give us new days, like those long ago—