I have heard the daughter of Zion, her embittered words I wail because I drank from the cup and found its dregs. I gnaw over the grace of the Shechinah, that its light has been darkened like a young woman who girds herself with sackcloth over her husband of her youth. You wail, oh forest of Lebanon, your cedars have been consumed by fire. The gate of Zion mourns, because God brought this end. The courtyard wallows [in despair], because the elevation offering has ceased. The chamber [of hewn stone] sings dirges because there is no Sanhedrin.

I gnaw over the grace of the Shechinah, that its light has been darkened like a young woman who girds herself with sackcloth over her husband of her youth.

The chamber called "Birah" weeps, "Oy!" over the children of Aharon. The house of the holy of holies: "Oy!" over the hiding of the ark. The parochet screams out "there is no advantage to my [being here]" because savages have seen it and revealed its secrets.

I gnaw over the grace of the Shechinah, that its light has been darkened like a young woman who girds herself with sackcloth over her husband of her youth.

And the incense pan sings dirges "Where are the fragrant incense?" Aharon's heart is torn over the Urim and Tumim. The altar is angry about the Elevation offerings and Peace offerings, "Why don't you prepare the order [of these offerings] in their time?"

I gnaw over the grace of the Shechinah, that its light has been darkened like a young woman who girds herself with sackcloth over her husband of her youth.

The lyre of the levi'im wails "who will rouse my melodies?" The pure menorah asks "who will kindle my lamps?" The tent complains "nobody establishes my walls." The Torah thunders because they have ceased to support it.

I gnaw over the grace of the Shechinah, that its light has been darkened like a young woman who girds herself with sackcloth over her husband of her youth.

The shulchan's anticipation is desecrated "Nobody is setting out [my showbreads]." The kohanim pronounce "Alas! The service has ceased." On this the daughter of my people cries -- because of her oppressors, her leaders have been captured.