When he’s dead don’t mourn that king, but declare a holiday, Oh!
Don’t erect a monument. Bury him in some unmarked place.
Let it end there.
Tell it out both near and far, “Now he’s dead and we’ve been set… free.”
Those who share his stubborn pride, send them captive somewhere distant.
Let them die there.
Like a woman who gives birth, pains portend the thing that’s com–ing.
In the same way, consequence of what’s done is up and running.
No way back now.
Far away from where he lived, may his fortune fade and dwindle;
history regard him lost, victim of his will to swindle.
Let’s go onward!
Image: Picturesque Palestine, Sinai, and Egypt, Division I, p. 110. New York: D. Appleton & Co. 1881.
Source: Jeremiah 22:18-30
Text: David Alexander, 2022 CC BY-NC SA 4.0
Tune: St Albinus, Public Domain
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