Of kingdom and priesthood are we bereft;
Our Faith is our only treasure left.
God in our hearts, the Law in our hands,
We have wandered sadly through many lands.
We have suffered much; yet, behold, we live
Through the comfort the Law alone can give.
Two thousand years, a little thing when spoken;
Two thousand years tormented, crushed, and broken
Seven and seventy dark generations
Filled up with anguish and lamentations!