We need your skill, your reason and your glory. The course of the rivers is obstructed and they no longer flow. The milk for the lambs runs dry, the sheep bleat pitifully. Oh mighty Father, for whom many sons mourn, All the children that have been orphaned. You cared for the well-being of the house of God in every way.
Sweet nourishment is held back from our mouths.
Darkness befell us. Our power is now seperated from you. None is like to you amongst all the gods. We sigh and weep bitterly, we are grieved, We constantly remember your love. You were exalted in all the lands, The kings and the great ones honored you.