Tears flood my eyes.
Night and day unceasingly.
There are many lows , all too few highs.
However hard we try to act sincerely.

If I go into the city.
I see people sick with hunger.
Where is profound pity.
Why is there so much anger.

You struck us down without hope of cure.
We were hoping for peace, no good came of it.
We feel everything is just a sore.
Where we ask is your holy writ.

Remember us.
Do not break your covenant with us.

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Please keep us in mind
We are just doing our best
Is it not enough

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See Jeremiah 14: 17-22