How Lonely Sits the City

How lonely sits the city, that once was full of people.

A bride who’s now a widow, a princess now a vassal.

Deserted by her lovers, at night her tears are bitter.

Her friends became betrayers.


In exile, she’s forsaken. Pursued and overtaken.

There’s no one on the roads and the fairgrounds are abandoned.

The priests are going hungry, the brides get no proposals.

There’s nothing to rejoice for. 


The Lord has made her suffer, and enemies now prosper.

So large was the transgression, she lost a generation. 

With majesty departed, she drags on, brokenhearted.

Her princes now are friendless. 


Image: Peter Herrmann on Unsplash

Source:  Lamentations 1:1-6

Text:  David Alexander, 2022, CC BY-SA NC 4.0

Tune:  O Lamm Gottes, Public Domain

Score:  Used by Permission 

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