Call the keening women to come,
And send for the wise ones,
That they come and make haste[405] 18
To lift us a dirge,
Till with tears our eyes run down,
Our eyelids with water.
For hark! from Ṣion the voice of wailing, 19
“How we are undone!
“Sore abashed we, land who have left,
Our homes overthrown!”[406]