Kinot — English Edition

Kinot for the Night of Tisha B’Av, 1 Remember, Lord, what has befallen us—alas! Look and behold our disgrace. Alas, what has happened to us? Our inheritance has passed to strangers—alas! Our homes, to foreigners. Alas, what has happened to us? We have become orphans, without a father—alas! Our mothers lament in the month of Av. Alas, what has happened to us? We have drunk our water for money—alas! For we treated the water libation with contempt. Alas, what has happened to us? With a yoke upon our necks we have been pursued—alas! For causeless hatred pursued us. Alas, what has happened to us? We stretched out a hand to Egypt—alas! And Assyria hunted us like a hunter. Alas, what has happened to us? Our fathers sinned and are no more—alas! And we bear the burden of their iniquity. Alas, what has happened to us? Slaves ruled over us—alas! For we abolished the freeing of slaves. Alas, what has happened to us? At the risk of our lives we fetch our bread—alas! For in our poverty we withheld our hands. Alas, what has happened to us? Our skin has grown hot like an oven—alas! For they exchanged their honor for disgrace. Alas, what has happened to us? Women were violated in Zion—alas! For each man defiled his fellow’s wife and committed harlotry. Alas, what has happened to us? Princes were hanged by their hands—alas! For they oppressed and robbed the poor. Alas, what has happened to us? Young men bore the millstone—alas! For they were found in a harlot’s house. Alas, what has happened to us? Elders ceased from the gate—alas! For they perverted the justice due to the orphan and the widow. Alas, what has happened to us? The joy of our heart has ceased—alas! For the pilgrimages of our feet were brought to an end. Alas, what has happened to us? The crown of our head has fallen—alas! For our Temple was burned. Alas, what has happened to us? For this our heart has become faint—alas! For the glory of the House we longed for was taken from us. Alas, what has happened to us? Mount Zion lies desolate—alas! For the desolating abomination was placed upon it. Alas, what has happened to us? You, Lord, abide forever; Your throne endures from generation to generation. Why would You forget us forever and forsake us for so many days? Restore us to You, Lord, and we shall return; renew our days as of old. Have You utterly rejected us and grown exceedingly angry with us? Restore us to You, Lord, and we shall return; renew our days as of old. Kinot for the Night of Tisha B’Av, 2 A Kina for a night of Tisha B’Av that falls at the close of Shabbat: How can the mouths of sons and daughters utter abundant lamentations in place of songs and joy? “May the divine pleasantness be upon us” has ceased at the close of Shabbat. Alas! For a decree was issued in the heat of anger and wrath; His anger burned against us and His fury blazed like a flame. “May the divine pleasantness be upon us” has ceased at the close of Shabbat. Alas! For our homes were transformed, our maidens violated, our faces altered and blackened like a griddle. “May the divine pleasantness be upon us” has ceased at the close of Shabbat. Alas! For they ravaged us and cast down corpses among us. The precious children of Zion, once guarded like the pupil of the eye! “May the divine pleasantness be upon us” has ceased at the close of Shabbat. Alas! For the crown fell, the rebellious shoulder prevailed, and glorious splendor ceased from the confined place where divine love dwelled. “May the divine pleasantness be upon us” has ceased at the close of Shabbat. Alas! For the Menorah was taken away, together with the incense of pure frankincense, and the precious hewn stone was despised; a flowing land was consumed. “May the divine pleasantness be upon us” has ceased at the close of Shabbat. Kinot for the Night of Tisha B’Av, 3 On this night My children shall weep and wail. On this night the House of My Sanctuary was destroyed and My palaces were burned. The entire house of Israel shall meditate upon My sorrow and weep for the burning that the Lord kindled. On this night the afflicted one, bereft of all, shall wail bitterly. Separated from her Father’s house while He yet lives, she left His dwelling and the door was shut. She went into captivity, consumed by every mouth. On the day she was cast into a blazing, devouring fire, fire and coal went forth from before the Lord. — On this night. On this night the wheel of calamity completed its turn: My First House and then the Second were destroyed. The wayward daughter has still not been shown mercy; she was made to drink poisoned waters and her belly swelled. Sent away from His house, she also forgot prosperity. Great is the hatred that came from the One who had loved her. Like one widowed while her husband is alive, like a forsaken woman, she said: “Zion said, the Lord has forsaken me.” — On this night. On this night I grew dark and the heavenly lights were dimmed because of the destruction of the House of my Sanctuary and the ending of the priestly watches. On this night troubles surrounded and engulfed me; in judgment He also summoned five decrees. They had wept without cause, and that weeping was established for all generations, since this was a cause sent by the Lord. — On this night. On this night five events occurred. He decreed against the fathers when calamities broke loose. Distresses, straits, and evils clung to this day, a day prepared for blows to strike. The enemy arose and raised a cry of terror: “Rise, for this is the day of which the Lord spoke.” — On this night. Kinot for the Night of Tisha B’Av, 4 Samaria raises her voice: “My sins have overtaken me! My children have gone from me to another land!” Oholivah cries out: “My palaces have been burned!” And Zion says: “The Lord has forsaken me!” “Oholivah, do not consider your affliction equal to mine. Would you compare your fracture—another version: your illnesses—to my fracture and my sickness? I, Oholah the wayward one, betrayed through my stubbornness. My denial rose against me and my rebellion testified against me. After a number of days I paid my debt: Tiglath-Pileser consumed my fruit, stripped my treasure, and tore away my ornament; he carried my captives to Halah and Habor. Be silent, Oholivah, and do not weep as I do! Your years were prolonged, while mine were not prolonged!” — Oholivah. Oholivah replies: “I too became perverse and betrayed the Companion of my youth as Oholah did. Be silent, Oholah, for I remember my grief! You wandered only once; I wandered many times. Behold, twice I was captured by the Chaldeans; captive and afflicted, I descended to Babylon. The Temple in which I was honored was burned, and for seventy years I was remembered in Babylon…”

“Then I returned to Zion and founded a Temple. Yet this time too I endured only a little while, until Edom took me and I nearly perished; my multitudes were scattered throughout all the lands!” — Oholivah. You who pity the poor, pity their destitution; behold their desolation and the length of their exile. Do not be exceedingly angry; see their lowliness. Do not forever remember their iniquity and folly. Heal their fracture and comfort their mourning, for You are their hope and their strength. Renew our days as in ancient times, according to Your word: “The Lord rebuilds Jerusalem!” Kinot for the Night of Tisha B’Av, 5 How long will there be weeping in Zion and lamentation in Jerusalem? Have mercy upon Zion and rebuild the walls of Jerusalem. Then, because of our sins, the Sanctuary was destroyed, and because of our iniquities the Temple was burned. The whole earth joined in her mourning, and the host of heaven raised a lament. — How long? The tribes of Jacob also wept bitterly, and even the constellations shed tears. The banners of Jeshurun covered their heads; the Pleiades and Orion darkened their faces. — How long? The Patriarchs pleaded, but God did not hear. The children cried out, but the Father did not answer. The voice of the turtledove was heard on high, but the faithful shepherd did not incline his ear. — How long? The holy seed put on sackcloth; the host of heaven likewise wore sackcloth as its covering. The sun grew dark, the moon became dim, and the stars and constellations withdrew their light. — How long? Aries, the first sign, wept in bitterness of soul because his lambs had been led to slaughter. Taurus sounded a wail on high, for all of us were pursued with a yoke upon our necks. — How long? Gemini appeared divided because the blood of brothers was poured out like water. Cancer sought to fall to the earth, for we had fainted from thirst. — How long? The heavens were terrified before Leo, for our roaring did not ascend on high. Maidens and young men were slain; therefore Virgo darkened her face. — How long? Libra turned around and pleaded for mercy, for death was preferable to us than life. Scorpio put on fear and trembling, for our Rock judged us by sword and famine. — How long? Streams of water sent down tears like a river, for the sign of the Bow was not granted us. Waters rose above our heads, and beside the full water jar our palate remained dry. — How long? We brought an offering, but it was not accepted; Capricorn ceased to be the goat of our sin offerings. Compassionate women cooked their children, and Pisces hid its eyes. — How long? We forgot Shabbat with wayward hearts; the Almighty forgot all our righteous deeds. Be greatly zealous for Zion and illuminate the once-crowded city with the light of Your radiance. Have mercy upon Zion as You said and establish her as You promised. Hasten salvation, speed redemption, and return to Jerusalem with abundant mercy. As it is written by Your prophet: “Thus says the Lord: I have returned to Jerusalem with compassion; My House shall be built in it, says the Lord of Hosts, and a measuring line shall be stretched over Jerusalem.” And it is said: “Proclaim further: Thus says the Lord of Hosts: My cities shall again overflow with goodness; the Lord shall again comfort Zion and shall again choose Jerusalem.” And it is said: “For the Lord has comforted Zion; He has comforted all her ruins. He has made her wilderness like Eden and her wasteland like the garden of the Lord. Joy and gladness shall be found in her, thanksgiving and the sound of song.” Kinot for the Day of Tisha B’Av, 6 Author: Rabbi Elazar HaKalir. Joy has ceased; turn away from me, hear me, you passersby—another version: you who trouble me. They made me refuse and filth among the flocks of my companions. You covered the dwelling and the curtains of my Sanctuary with a cloud; You covered it, and my warriors were stunned. They clapped their hands and my limbs stumbled; You cast aside all my mighty men. Our strength again fell into the depths of oppression. My eye waited for the vision of the son of Berekhiah, until the hidden wonders of the cycle. My eye afflicts me over the Greek burning. He acted, relented, and called for weeping; and I said: “For these things I weep.” Along the Euphrates her faithful were scattered. She remembered the channels of the Reed Sea when her foundations were laid bare. Fear of the sin of Shiloh seized her assemblies. The boars of the forest opened their mouths: “Where are her faithful?” They exposed the acts of nakedness of those she was to keep distant. Zion spread out her hands. Upon Mount Zion the tumultuous makers of strife set their snares; my insolent foes rose above my head. At Nob my wicked enemies assembled to stand. You kept punishment in reserve to awaken my adversaries. My people cried in the days of the son of Dinai: “The Lord is righteous.” You made those who were light heavy, and they stripped me of my adornment. You brought against me the one who was to come, and they placed me under a ban. I called to the inhabitants of Gibeon, but they too swept over me. They prevented my voice from being heard in the evening; they deceived me, saying, “Rise and pass over.” I called to my lovers, but they deceived me. Why did they reserve the breath of our nostrils for slaughter? You saw our skin burn like an oven. You saw that they completed toil and anger according to their desire. Through Ezekiel You repeatedly promised to avenge their rebellion. They said: “Come, let us cut them off from being a nation.” See, Lord, for I am distressed; my inward parts burn. Restore us, You who bring joy; hear the people of my flock. Their dwelling to trample My courts crushed me. The lips of the singers of the Sanctuary fell silent, to my pain. You heard the songs of the one who prepared to sweep me away. They lay down and wandered, and gravel became their food. They heard that I groaned. When You have completed what You decreed upon the throne of Your wheels, repay them as when Your face was beheld. Pursue to Zalmon the evil counselors who plotted against Your hidden treasures. Give to the flames those who shattered Your pearls. Summon the cup kept hidden before You to make them drunk. Let all their evil come before You. Let it come upon the oppressor who consumed us all, who led us in fury to the entrance of Hamath, exiled us to Halah and Habor, and bound old men, youths, and maidens. Most High, look upon all Your people. Remember, Lord, what has befallen us. Kinot for the Day of Tisha B’Av, 7 Author: Rabbi Elazar HaKalir. How did You hasten in Your anger to destroy Your faithful by the hand of Edom, without remembering the covenant between the pieces that You made with those You chose? Therefore we spoke: Remember, Lord, what has befallen us. How did You rebuke them so that Your redeemed were exiled by the hand of the proud, without remembering the leap by which You crossed the road for Your banners? Therefore we declared: Remember, Lord, what has befallen us. How did You resolve to thrust away Your multitudes by the hand of wanton men, without remembering the ancient appointed meeting You had fixed for Your assemblies? Therefore we lamented: Remember, Lord, what has befallen us. How did You forsake them in Your fury, delivering Your dwelling to the contempt of strangers, without remembering the covenant of the laws of Horeb engraved for those upon whom You have mercy? Therefore we uttered: Remember, Lord, what has befallen us. How did You labor to deliver Your lambs to the impure, without remembering the precious upright friendship reserved for those who know You? Therefore we wailed: Remember, Lord, what has befallen us. How did You direct Your anger to destroy Your vineyard by the hand of young lions, without remembering the teaching that You would not forsake Your disciples forever? Therefore we murmured: Remember, Lord, what has befallen us. How did You speak in Your rejection to wipe out, by the hand of oppressors, those who exalted You, without remembering that You bore Your charges upon eagles’ wings? Therefore we mourned: Remember, Lord, what has befallen us. How did You decree in Your storm to deliver Your witnesses to divided-minded men, without remembering the mighty and everlasting ornament with which You crowned Your servants? Therefore we answered: Remember, Lord, what has befallen us. How did You pronounce in Your terror that Your wonders be felled by violent men, without remembering the joy, beauty, and righteous treasure stored for Your hosts? Therefore we cried: Remember, Lord, what has befallen us. How did You call Your chosen ones to be delivered to those who rose against them, without remembering the clamor of myriads of chariots that You favored for Your companions? Therefore we complained: Remember, Lord, what has befallen us. How did You aspire in Your wrath to abandon Your wholehearted ones to plunderers, without remembering the strength and majestic locks You fashioned for Your perfect ones? Therefore we grieved: Remember, Lord, what has befallen us. We grieved, pouring out tears like water: why were we taken twice on this day? Remember me when I dwelled tranquilly in Jerusalem. I complained; now I shall rise to the vault of heaven. Kinot for the Day of Tisha B’Av, 8 Author: Rabbi Elazar HaKalir. Arranged as an At-Bash acrostic. I shall rise to the vault of heaven; I shall take heaven as my witness. I shall curse the day when my destroyer struck me twice. I shall lament: who will make my head a spring of water? In my weeping I shall discern the wilderness’s wail. I shall compare one night with another night, and one wilderness with another wilderness. I shall weep together with the wilderness offering. I shall roar: who will give me a refuge in the wilderness? I shall be cut down and stripped like a beaten olive tree. I shall draw all the children of the household with me. I shall cause the Master of the house to say it. I shall ask: who will give me thorns and briers? I shall be sick with all my heart in order to find Him. I shall seek words by which to strengthen Him. I shall worry: where is the Shepherd? Yet I shall not find Him. I shall lament: who will let me know where I may find Him? I shall turn and turn again like a wheel in my words. I shall meditate face to face so as to recount my toil. I shall darken the sun and moon so they cease shining before me. I shall cry: who then will write down my words? The path of my judgment has been stolen from me. Make known my plunder and my trespass. Let the constellations fall silent when I tear my robe. I shall cry out: who will give me one who hears me?

The poor woman, humiliated, is lost. I remember that I was joined in covenant. I shall pour forth streams like the upper pool. I shall flee: who will give me wings like a dove? Alas, the criminal departed from the fortified city toward Tyre. Alas, without water he sought in anger to bring everything to a halt. He seized standing grain to reap and gleanings to harvest. I shall speak: who will lead me into the fortified city? I shall plant the tents of my palace in the shadow of death. I shall move slowly and dwell as far as the courtyard of death. I shall join those who await death. I shall groan: what man can live and not see death? I sought to behold my Strength coming to my aid. Every year my community says: “Is it this year?” I shall make known to all that this is recognized: was it not the hand of the Lord that did this? I shall bow my head to You, Lord, my Strength. I shall bend my knee to You to bind my illness. I shall crown You with a song from the songs of my dance. I shall direct my longing: who will make You like a brother to me? Do not forget Ariel’s cry. Let Judah and Israel gather to Him, with the thousands of angels God delivered, saying: “Who will grant Israel’s salvation from Zion?” Since Israel did not walk in My ways, they forsook Me and I forsook them; I turned My face from them. I complained and wailed; my inward parts and heart were poured out. How did they cast my splendor away from my head? Kinot for the Day of Tisha B’Av, 9 Author: Rabbi Elazar HaKalir. The poem follows the reverse alphabet; each stanza opens with a phrase from Lamentations 2 and ends with a verse from Behukotai. How did they cast my splendor away from my head and enthrone an image opposite the Throne of Glory? I profaned the condition upon which My seers had agreed, though He had said: “If you walk in My statutes.” Why do all of you contend with Me? Your words against Me have grown strong; all this came to you from your own hands. He swallowed my judges when their counsels perverted justice; He hid His face from them when they made the crooked appear straight. Their rain was changed to dust to terrify them, instead of: “I shall give your rains in their season.” He made me filth and refuse; He consumed me in His anger and hated me. May His consolations soon delight me. He cut down the height of their power and shortened their youth; with the threat of the sword He constricted their gates. Hunger wasted them at harvest, instead of: “Threshing shall reach the vintage.” He bent His bow and fulfilled His decree; like iron He made the heavens of the earth. He broke me with thirteen breaches, instead of: “I shall give peace in the land.” He had been your Rock, fortress, and refuge; He became cruel and fought against you. The One who formed you distanced you; the One who desired you abhorred you. Where is the promise: “You shall pursue your enemies”? He ravaged the city once filled with justice, for every impurity was found among her images. Those who honored her despised her like a defiled woman, the reverse of: “Five of you shall pursue one hundred.” The Most High forsook the city of your festivals and made the gates of the wall, where your feet stood, mourn. “Who asked this of you?” He cried, and He exiled you, opposite His word: “I shall turn toward you.” He resolved to hate the nation gathered like a rose; she was fattened with the flesh of her infants and the smoke of her canopy rose like a furnace. They asked, “Where are grain and wine?” instead of: “You shall eat very old grain.” The tiers of my platform were swallowed and concealed; in the valley of Hamath my priests were killed. For how many years has the foundation of my dwelling been exiled! He departed from within me, contrary to: “I shall place My dwelling among you.” They sat weeping at the groans of your dead; your dead fell through the four punishments—sword, famine, wild beast, and plague—while your protective shadow departed, opposite: “I shall walk among you.” Your tents were plundered in an instant; those who mocked swore by your calamity. The lives of your infants were poured into your bosom because you despised the saying: “I am the Lord your God.” Children cried to their mothers for food; the Rock told His angels, “Turn away from Me.” I had brought them to the land of Carmel to delight there, but they hated the one who reproved them, hence: “If you do not listen to Me.” To what shall I compare you? Your elders and youths were trampled. They said, “We shall flee upon horses”; therefore they fled. I grew weary of bearing your iniquities as under a burden, and disciplined you as I had said: “If you reject My statutes.” Your prophets strayed by seeing false visions. I sought to forgive, but had to say, “Woe to this one!” They deceived Me and answered Me insolently; I grew angry and said: “I too shall do this to you.” My oppressors clapped, gnashed, and whistled; from within and without they sought to destroy My faithful, because brazen children had profaned My treasures. For evil and not for good, He said: “I shall set My face against you.” The arrogant opened their mouths: “Before whom will she plead?” He visited the heavily sinful people until exhaustion. “No longer await sign, wonder, or marvel.” He became angry, departed, and said: “If, despite this…” He acted and raised the heads of the sons of tumult; their blood intoxicated me in the valley of thirst. Each year added sorrow upon sin from the hour when He grew angry and said: “I shall break your pride.” The enemy cried “Woe!” and emptied his quiver. From both sides he brought against me one who would devastate me; mockingly the foe gnashed his teeth, consumed my strength, and fulfilled: “Your strength shall be spent in vain.” Rise, knock, cry out, do not be silent. Raise your pained voice from the earth and resemble the dead. He made me drink poisoned water and silenced me; my way grew dark according to: “If you walk contrary to Me…” Behold the desired lot: she was delivered to shepherds as a ruin and became like the pelican of the desert, exiled, despised, called rebellious, when I heard: “I shall send wild beasts against you.” They lay faint like a gazelle in a net, with no one to lift them. Filled with rebuke, no cure arose. For how many years has He terrified me unto destruction! They were mortally stricken in the dispute announced by: “If, despite these punishments…” Summon the disaster you inflicted upon the Red One, to sweep him away and cut him down sevenfold according to my pain. Let my enemies be stunned when a voice comes from My palace, as I was stunned in strife and said: “I too shall walk…” I too was caught in the snare of drunkenness. Joy set and wrath brought it to an end. I shall sit upon the earth and meditate aloud: how does the rose of Sharon sit alone? Kinot for the Day of Tisha B’Av, 10 How does the rose of Sharon sit alone? Song fell silent in the mouths of the bearers of the Ark, and the priests, sons of Aaron, left their watches when the House was delivered to rebels against the Most High. She weeps bitterly, she who received the Five Books, when priest and prophet were killed on Yom Kippur. Young shoots were slaughtered like birds because of his blood; the priests of Zipporim wandered like birds. The adorned bride was exiled from her land for the sin of tithes and the Sabbatical year. She was judged by four punishments and stripped of her ornaments: the watch of Mifshtah. The Temple paths fell silent when its wall was breached. The thread of the robe was torn; it was lowered, melted, and cast down from its height. The priest of Ayata wandered from his planting. Enemies mocked those who fought for bread when the command to share bread with the hungry was abolished. They were starved and deprived of water and bread when the two loaves of Bethlehem ceased. The nation’s splendor departed, debased in silver; in its place she covered her head with ashes. The lamps went out and the Menorah was overturned; for their sin concerning bread, Yodfat was captured. She remembered the time when they answered, “We shall do and we shall hear”; now they refused even to answer Amen. They were sated with wormwood and poison, despised and mocked: the priests of Ailabu. She sinned grievously and said to the idol, “This is your god”; she mocked the seers of God. Therefore she was delivered to those who provoked God, and the priest of Kefar Uzziel left the divine dwelling. Her impurity polluted the world; the great destroyer ascended, the dust of his feet like a mourning cloud. No one wraps himself in the robe among the priests of Arbel. The oppressor spread his hand in the exalted House, for I was sentenced to destruction like the generation of the Flood. He set up his throne to destroy and profane; the priest of Kabul went out in chains. All her people recited a lament, for they had provoked the jealous God. He was jealous against them as against a vile nation; the watch of Elkanah wandered from its nest. She did not lift her eye on high; she covered pottery with silver and weakened the force of discipline. The priest of Safed was overthrown, destroyed, and seized. From heaven came the cry: “I am weary of bearing.” He struck me with blindness and madness and visited upon me the sin of Nob and Gibeon. The watch of Beit-Cohen-Maon wandered from its dwelling. The yoke of iniquity was bound and became painful. I was made mournful and fatherless; I ceased chirping with instruments and flutes. The watch of Jeshebeab raised a lament over me. He rejected my mighty teachers of law; the merit of the binding on Mount Moriah was not remembered. Because of abundant rebellion, the watch of Maaryah was exposed naked. Plowmen plowed my back and lengthened their furrow; they emptied sword and spear upon me. I multiplied fasts and afflictions, and the watch of Yevanit departed from its ordered form. She spread her hands, but no one grasped them, for she had not believed the repeated warnings. The covenant of salt ceased; there was no more salted oil at the head of Mamlah. “The Lord is righteous, for I rebelled against His word.” They razed her, razed her to the foundation. In place of “My strength and song,” a lament was engraved upon her; the watch of Nazareth was scattered to the ends of the land. I called to my Rock, but my voice did not please Him. I lamented in the forest at evening. The lamp that burned in the west went out, and the aroma of the dish of Arav was no longer pleasing. See: I was tossed like a ship, in lamentation and mourning. My congregation was counted like sheep for slaughter; Migdal Nunaya wandered from its camp. They heard that I went into captivity and that the heavenly law was given to the flames. I was made a desolation and confusion; the house of Hovayah, concealed by the veil, wandered away. They heard that I was befouled by stench; He barred supplication from me and gave me neither mercy nor favor. Kefar Yohanna wandered from the city of Hanna. Let the evil of those who covered me with blood come before You! My gates became desolate and He drew back His right hand. For the sin of images, Ginton-Zalmin wandered away. Come, cause fragrance to rise and my light to dawn; make our bones blossom like grass. Let the pleasing aroma of our offerings be fragrant as of old, and from Your table extend the border as far as Hamath-Ariah. Kinot for the Day of Tisha B’Av, 11 “Jeremiah lamented for Josiah” (II Chronicles 35:25). Alas! The mourners lamented of themselves. At eight years of age he began to seek his God. The sons of Ham camped against him as they passed, and the change in his deeds was not reckoned for him. Among all the kings of Israel who arose to repair the breaches, none was like him since the days of Avigdor. The sin of the generation’s scoffers clung to him, those who stood behind the door arranging their practices. Those who ate the seed of Shihor blackened his good character more than blackness. Sin grew, pushed the right hand back, and still did not withdraw its hand from the opening. His words were pure when he ordered the Law upheld; He fulfilled His word: “Cursed is the one who does not uphold it.” His countenance darkened when those far away blasphemed, through the rapacity of those who rejected law and statute. The good were called evil when he sent a messenger: “What is there between me and you today, that you should weary yourself?” The hands of the people of the land bore blood in the matter of the messenger; you shall be punished for cutting off your wonder. He restrained my multitudes who wished to go to Aram-Naharaim so that no sword would cross Ephraim. Yet he did not listen to the seer who told him to turn back, for the decree had been issued to set Egypt against Egypt. For the sin of concealing idols behind the doors, they began to despise the vision of the prophet from Anathoth. Clouds moved against his wall to disgrace him; he did not turn his face away, and they lamented over this.

Suru testified until the end. And we believed Sur and Matt, the foundation of a woman. He faced a battle as a battle, and he was not spared. And the teachers fired at King Josiah: The power of his eyes is still in need of his people. Arrow after arrow are taught and pressed. They were hunted and named as a target for arrows. And they threw three hundred arrows at him: light after him, a quiver came out of his mouth. And until the commandment of the soul, his deeds are evil. The spirit of his lips spread from his mouth. He is righteous, because I have spoken to him: Sixty-faced because he is jealous and angry. To pay for their poverty with hunger. The stain of good with this people ended in their sin. And he mourned for him every day: in one case he finished a cup from his side to drink. At the time of the year of omission, the congregation bowed down to worship. Hanged at twenty-two from the destruction of drinking. Because they paid tribute to him in twenty-two letters: those laments were expressed by my patients. When I forgot my pain. My kinship is forever my people. I have sinned, and I have traveled and forsaken my tent: Lamentations for the day of Tisha Bav, 12 B of your sign, Eleazar, my tent, which you have buried until you are at your head with a throne of honor to join it. Robbed by robbers, and you have become a cowherd, and you have become angry, and now what do I have to do with you? Why are you fasting forever, and you are like a lone bird on a bitter roof? Why do you live forever in the hands of the blind We are not here. Why should we perish in the hands of rebels, and we will not be able to save you? For thy sabbath shall be forever in the hands of the arrogant, and thou shalt fly in space, and there is no more prophet: my tent that thou hast pitched in his womb. Why did you forsake me forever in the hands of strangers, and did not pass through my tent, which you had prepared to cast before you? Why did you die by the hand of blood, and did you die because you did not return until I came here? Why do you fall into the hands of nations and become a guest in a hotel? What is wrong with me? This is because I am healed by faith. And until now I am sorry for the ninth day. The covenant between the sons will be forever, and now they have swallowed me up with murder. Why have you forsaken me forever? They have gone so far to please you, and now they have pierced your flock. The promise of contracts is marked by beacons. And now they are a city full of waste. Lift up your arms as a beacon: no such rage and slay an Egyptian in a locked garden in the sanctuary. And so and so he showed his seal in Adaat Kodesh. And now they are part of every month. All evil is an enemy of the Holy One: how good is it when you send the Redeemer of your servants. This is how you say to send a people to your servant. And they now sit as traitors in the house of your covenant. Let your tyrants roar in the midst of your times: how are new covenants made. In a cry he said about midnight with signs. And now they were tied in their shoes to send. Put them together: Where did he hear and Moses went up. This is how you say to enjoy a great house. And now they are the sons of Ola. He is known as the one who brings up the above: where is it that he spoke the sixty letters of the ancients. Thus bless sixty similar heroes. And now they are dormant copies. In the midst of a cardamom tree: Is it like this that you burst into love with a people and bless your holy people. Come back and speak like this, tell your Holiness. And now they are besieging your holy city. Send fire from your temple: how is it that your peace is taken away? You will do this for them to purify them for the house of your world. And now they made noise and made your name noisy. For the land they have made the dwelling of your name: how are the seven trumpets of the land. You will do this for six days to bring down a wall to the land. And now the gates have sunk in the land. Burn all the days of God in the land: what is the salvation of the treasure barns. In tears, he said that contracts are made. And now flowers will bloom in the garden. How long will God make it worse: Lamentations for the day of Tisha B'av, 14 how what they have already done. Claim from me for the backs of our wives. Which until no clouds were stretched. In mine was a sign, and the earth was confused: swallowed up in an Arabic and Eastern letter. Proudly speaking from first to last. Built and sword and built in the back. And I owe him the spoiling of freedom: freedom of sleep and conscious darkness. And the ancients were seen as a beggar. For the heads of generations his destruction was known. Until his horns were made a stump: a stump as tall as a narrow shaft. This is a book before him. My eyes saw the spring. As the transgressor before him, everything is stopped: a way pushes from the treasure house. And see that the bed is short. His heart beat like a rag, the home of his sons by a narrow hand. And he lamented over him how he lamented in a time of trouble: let him show him what had been. A leaning wall and the fence of rejection were broken. For generations to learn we will be and we will be. On the fragment that was: The youth was from the east. Between the branches his light was like the sun. And they saw four kings sleeping and screaming. Because the eastern gate was drowned: and Hammos and Zerah escaped. And he saw the casting of an amulet. And terror falls upon him like a beast. And the judgment of the law was just as he saw: he saw nakedness and nakedness and sighed. And to his secret this secret was deciphered. His eyes were filled with anger and he did not rest. The signs of his good race have been neglected:

Zanakh Zohar ended in the play. Because he did not believe in this speech. Zen his eye in this place. And he sang his name and lamented that it is not there: He thought of fear in those who come and go. And he understood that they would be red in him. His disciples are ultra-Orthodox about what he thinks. And from them the scum of the rebels was claimed: the scum of the rebels and their consciences were revealed. And the nails of his shoes in his ground were fixed. Zio his gates from me what was demanded. And they are lying in the land because they drowned: they drowned to the knowledge of time. Because discovering the end of a father is a long time. It is good for him to have a good end. He sat, and he bligh, and the end of the violin: they sat down and asked for knowledge. The end of miracles when will be known. They will hope for the day of salvation and it will not be known. Until at that time it will be felt and known: it will be known to the people that they have looked to you. And it will be taken from them and they will not be able to. Your sheep are eaten from the shelter of your house. And in grief his life was over: he was exhausted as a messenger. And send it, please send it by hand. Because what did he do to me to apologize. And after Gilead he will be sent: to their hearts the sorrows of the end. Is this the silver day? Their hearts prepared for a poet. He will reign with a bare arm: his arm is bare in the hand of Rama. On the right we will see an elevation. Boys kosher a flowing heat. Shortness of breath in the red valley to know why: what did you find wrong in me. Because you betrayed me with treachery. You turned me from the desert. And until now you did not believe in me: your prophets were planted by Avigdor. Loopholes were opened to the fence. I was revealed on the day of revenge. And the revolutionaries of the generation were not sanctified: the generation initiated a secret opinion and knocked. I swear to you, they heard and cried. Yaan, when we got tired of this, we settled down. And on the palms of their hands they were satisfied: Six were satisfied on the island of the land. The kings of the land fell into their hands. They believed that Ishaam would run. And by their hand shall the king of the whole earth be prepared: they shall celebrate a feast for me at Shiloh. Imagine that his rule will be there forever. Act a lie and it will be shed. Until Shiloh came: Shiloh ran like a sick woman. and melts as it was made. See what she is doing. For all that he willed he did: make a sign with me in Tzivion. And for the time he felt on Ali Kishion. I passed like a sword in Zion. Until God appears from Zion: Zion shouted how he gave. Put a strong nation on me. Tshal and background on the threshold. And in his anger he gave him his fury: he gave in his anger when he led me to Rokmi. I let her come to my place. I am ashamed and I am also ashamed of my creation. And in the night he told me to get up: get up I listened with neglect. Get up and go because this is not the rest. I ended my life with a sigh. And I offered and did not receive an offering: the Shepherd of my soul saw neglect. Peace and tranquility and respite. Rutusha Bhari Neshef Anohah. He did not rest there either: his hand rested in them and they were burned in it. People on their heads rode. They will come upon the rivers of Babylon because they have been delayed. And as they lay down outside, they lay: Gentile captives lay down. They play tricks on him like cattle. that they will be pierced. And from the cow whose entrails are pricked: you will call a slaughter attack and a screen for the visitors. A bare wall crackling. And every nation and language in them is reviewed. And over them the dear sons of Zion mourn: The dear ones heard a voice in Brahma to cry. Why is this and what is this about? Together this means weep and this one says weep. We were angry with Hamir in what language is this: lamentation for the day of Tisha in Av, 9 "and how his asshat is open as a grave, and to Rudi in the mouth he added, "I am the man: how I will sin and shut my mouth" It is a crime to judge me, he said: How fierce is his anger to the overflowing of my bowels, and yes he has poured out, but in me he will return again: remember my reign in the fire and yes, because the shadows of the evening will be bent And I have brought a sword upon you: weep, weep when I am desolate and forsaken, a guest of Israel will devour my flesh and my skin: it will devour the house of Rome, as polished and as iron My sibki nakkap build upon me and kepa: Sons of my womb to eat listen to me from me tsar but back answer me in darkness answer me: our inheritance was abandoned by the hand of a warrior I will not spare you, nor will I have mercy when I break you a stick of bread. Jesus and He returned to the right hand and back from Jesus, even though I cried out and answered: He also overcame me with my burdens and my burdens, I am just a fence fence, my way: orphans, divorced from the possessions and did not return Apo in all this and said if in this: My ways are a trap for my enemies and to find out that your path has led me to the desert is for me: my path is oppressing my feet Let him stay from me with my weeping, say my wayward ways: a burning stick, and my side in his work, for me to grind his plow, the way of his bow: on his right, he plows and sleeps. Your name is Gai Gulut, I sent you to protect you and I went with you: Oh, for a day I cried and the burning of the fire of my burning brought in my kidneys: he was going Before me I was angry and my blood tasted sour. Satisfy me with bitter words: On our necks the rope and your desecration, and I will rule over your seasons and you will eat the flesh of your children. And strengthen my morals, for I will be shaken and crushed in the gravel: and he will be angry and be saved from my witness to my disgrace and from the abyss to the abyss and forsaken peace. Peshi: And it grew and became heavy, I killed him, and in my heart I cried out, and he said, Obed Nezchi: Egypt and Cush, I will restore you and judge you according to your iniquities. And I destroyed the dead among you: remember this, because I was desolate, I fell, and to all a burst of honor, I fell. And when he crossed paths with the Messiah, remember, remember and pray: My old men are righteous, and my father is righteous, for when my path is broken, I will restore it to my heart: our fathers wept and wept. A lion and a bear on our sheep, for it is many, and I have given your slaves a sword. Tamnu: Think of my groves for the creaking of a dear wall, and Mr. Yevkiyon, I will strike new surveyors for the visitors: Darkness, a vision, submits my own wall as a blind My soul said to me, Jehovah, my servants: my servants are a barrier to a breach and hard reproofs burst into a hole, and I put the earth to shame: Her filth was buried and her line was bent and she did not turn back from his promises. The Lord is good to his customers. And they remained silent: the good and the wicked were consumed by the addition of my deeds and my deeds. Flee and dwell in Mizra, and I will dwell with you: his hand has shot me with the light of Sodom, and for all these things you have deceived me, the daughter of Edom, he will sit alone and his hand will sit: the sorrows will dwell among my sons. On his roof, because he is heavy on me, he will give the dust of his mouth: the hands of my savior put me alive, and I listened from the mouth of my strait, he will let him strike my cheek: our skin is young. When we are dead in a pinch and our corpses are left in the land, so that the land wills: all the honor will be enlightened by the word and form its guests, the grace of all because it will not be abandoned forever: all How little, because in me he fought, and over the evil he was comforted, because he thought and showed mercy: his anger was consumed and his flame was kindled, and with the ashes of six lights he was extinguished because he did not answer from his heart: Unmarried women sit in the desert every year and year mention guilt all the days of the desert: Your God is not oppressors of his age and on his sons he has sent his waves to oppress under His feet: for you have seen the time of the ostrich, because the throat was opened like a grave to pronounce the judgment of a man: not to strike a blow against the people of his kin and from which tower did he draw his sword For now a man is in his strife: the princes of the captives brought forth from the gates the gates of the underlings, the gates to cause the stragglers: from on high he revealed a writing and I lamented and hegeh and who This he said and you wondered: What will I testify against you from a curse given by the hand of a quarrel and spewing from the mouth of the Most High, you will not come out: from the sin of the slanderers of Shoah I will mourn comfortingly As a kind of lamentation, what will be lamented: young men have fallen; they have failed me in battle, and Shekinah has come up from near, and a man has failed in his brother like the edge of a sword: a burden has fallen Because of our bowing down, and he abhorred that our ruler sought our way: Your prophets were quick to wink their eyelids, and they were cruel to us with the length of their noses carried to Babylon Kpaim: move and shake our head, we are wicked in our dungeons. among the Gentiles, and you perished among the Gentiles. And let us hide in a cloud: Suro Tama, swim away from our guilt by giving it as iron, we will put it in the dark and we will put it in: Shabbat Meshosh is the joy of poets And my pursuers were light with eagles to destroy the remnants: on these we fell in love with their scalds and increased their chaos; Shachath, and they have fallen upon me with the rebuke of fear and despair: the face of glory, the canopy of my dwelling, has withered and set up my gates, rivulets of water, my eyes have fallen: the crown of a goat has fallen. And afflict them in seven ways, and confess their iniquity. And he looked and chased Madon Magra until he looked and saw: We still flew with honor and ascended, and ten journeys ascended, my eyes ascended: on this, a beautiful verse is pleasing to them, and I will not leave them in the palm of their anger against me, I will go with them: righteous narrow my steps to count, and as I made a bow and arrow, I hunted like a bird: shout, shout, and pass by, and in my space, break your knot in a pit: hunt My steps and journeys, my desires, and their ascension upon me as the waters of my horse, water overflowing upon my head: on Mount Zion, an army came to meet me, and they formed a mountain of ash upon my remnant, and I was remembered. My covenant: you called me, listen, my shame is on my cheek, you strike my son, you called me, your name, Jehovah: arise, call me, for you will not speak too much to my redeemer; Ignore you: I am light and troubled, and you are a virgin. Your vision has set in the heathen, I will show you near in the day I will call you: You are the end, do not lie until I die like a plowman. And the earth shall be forsaken: see Regez cut off the scourge of my humanity and say to my forsaken women, O Lord, the interest of my soul: see Reb in my afflictions, name every tribe Yahweh saw my disfigurement: a spirit left me because of their terror to devour me, their anger rose up, she saw all their revenge: why do you stand far away from their fierce words, the soul died Oshiv Parzot and also this: Hear that I was stung by their push and as a leaf rose in their flight, you heard their shame: They lay down talking, my shields and their captives I am proud of my genius, my words are risen and my understanding is: I am humbled, for my hand is a lowly staff, until Saul has fallen down, and they have risen. Make peace for years and say, I will save them from the Shaunites, and I will remind them of my first covenant: Come, bring forth my words before them, they have raised an army, and you shall return They have a reward: you will call and you will reveal a day hidden in the heart and those who are looking for a fire to act from the heart. To stand them, you will pursue them with your mouth and destroy them: for they are always pricking and tearing, and they are not far from your law. Which he did (NA did) trouble in the face (NA in the face). He drew his sword and came in front of me and in front of us. Two-faced: Orphans were disgusted with the shield. And he measured his blood. He left the house and his sword Full of blood: on his mind he was a man. And he bowed down to his hand for a man. In the midst of it he was bound by the neck: Our ancestors were a stranger when they entered his sons, and she was consumed by fire. In it is a flame. And on it in the house of fire from above he sent fire: in our souls we are drowned as we bring forth vessels of service. to serve. Our skin was smoothed when he sought a servant. And he did not find ninety-three serving utensils:

Kosher women served because a tyrant came. On the floor of the house his shoes made a groove. The princes surrounded him as he came (N.A. bboa) Fritz. In the Temple of the Holy of Holies, his cistern burst forth: young men from outside watched strong. Harmful. Elders were born as their inheritance from games (NA Mahzakim). Do his will and he is forbidden to harm. And a lot fell on Nini Pizel and Armon until it was abandoned from the wall of the house Tafsari to destroy it. On the western side of it is a remnant. And after we killed it, you did not fight: you left children who are not there Why did the Gentiles turn away from there, and did not turn to the offering? And they sent to the land of Cush (N.A. in the land of Utz) in three ships. Let them weep in the sea, and let them fall together in the sea. Come to the soul. We have come and not forgotten. We have given you a voice for the day of sleep. In Av. Taphaim. Alle Li: If you weave (N.A. Tegozna) the mouth of an angry man and tie it to a blooming horse. Alle Li: If you stick to a mammal's tongue, wait in thirst. Arid. By my God: If you believe (Naa Thomina) this to this nation, come and cook our sons screaming. By my God: If you commit to this, give me your son. And it is hidden in pieces. To me: if you invite (NA tazminah) the message of white fathers in caves and bushes. To me: if you oblige the girls (NA girls). To the bosom of their mothers we swell. To me: if you fly in the streets of Kirya, to me: if you grow up in the womb and breasts. Oh my God: if you fail eight hundred shields in the evening, oh my God: if your soul is filled with salty and swollen nods. By me: if you reduce from one thousand and one hundred to eleven. By me: if you put eighty thousand flowery priests to the temple. By my God: if all those souls are burned there (N.A. those) like thorns like sedges. By my God: if they are burned on the pure blood of eighty thousand priests Anointed. By me: if souls are pierced by the smell of prophecies. By me: if nine children's brains are piled up on a stone. By my God: if three hundred mammals were strung on one pole. By me: if you saw tenderness and pleasures bound by the hand of many cooks. By me: if you lie between the lips of beautiful kings, by me: If the virgins faint and the young men are parched with thirst. My God: and the Holy Spirit is before them. Woe to all the wicked neighbors. What the scrolls inform. And what they did they do not inform. "If you feed fertile women" they say. "And if he is killed in the temple, I will be a priest and a prophet" they do not hear: lamentation for the day of nine in Av, 18:18 and you said, "It is good, it is good with you." And I and your people will fall. And why did the sons of Belial profane your name. And you did not pour out your anger on them: you raised and lifted up sons to be proud. As the master carries the suckling. And why do the dodaniim (NA Tchum) want to leap. And a lion (NA) (NA Ino) his cubs to suffocate: you suckled honey from a rock. And you draw liquids from a rock. And why did their judges fall into the hands of a rock, and their yokes were crushed against the rock: you have forsaken and devoured every nation. Goy. And why did you go up to the land of the Gentiles. And they said to you, 'You have swept away sixty and eighty people.' Moabites and Ammonites. To this people are the stars (NA cherubim monim): you appointed (NA Konanat) for your thanksgiving. This mountain is your right hand and your hand. And why did you sit behind your right hand and bow down to your throne: you are exalted forever, and you were exalted from the beginning And the tongue. Until he touched Ishon: You are good to him. Come and taste him. And why is he a tyrant. He will eat milk Zbachimo: You broke the sea and covered the sea. The psalms of the saints. In the midst (NA in secret) of the holy ones. And why did the Gentiles feel holy. Our God (for we were a disgrace. And your tabernacle was burned up with fire. And why did you swallow up a field of chuppah. You will grow medicine and put chuppah on us: you are righteous over all that follows. To you is righteousness and we are righteous in love. From then until now, and we have the six faces in the test that we were joined and you will thicken us: for you, Jehovah, is righteousness in the midst of the Gentiles you took in mass,

And we have the six faces at the mouth of my mouth, which is found in us according to their deeds: Go, Jehovah, righteousness in it, go, God, to redeem him for the people, and we have the six faces in him, they will pass over seas in seas The end of the Gentiles in their sins: To you, O Lord, is righteousness in remembrance, and you are my witness, and I am God, and we have five faces in the sword, in China, rise up, make us God: to you, O Lord, is righteousness O people, we have tasted like honey, and we have six faces, and we have sacrificed before him barley and oil and honey: to you, Jehovah, is righteousness in all things. And a well and a pillar of cloud, and we have six faces in the scorching heat of our forefathers in their tents in Ragnan: You, Jehovah of righteousness, have not lacked a thing, and we have six faces son White grass and green grass and a lot of gold, as it is said: To you, Jehovah, is righteousness in Sihon and Og and all the kings of Canaan, and we have the five faces in the place that is above in Harem without a place. Ma'an: To you, Jehovah, is the righteousness in your mouth for what you have done in the fourteen saviors, and we have six faces in the shadow of Micah, because in it we are criminals: to you, Jehovah, is the righteousness in your resurrection. Shiloh and Nob and Gibeon and Beit Olamim, and we have the six faces in the hour that we find in them that they destroyed and in them we are destroyed: to you, Jehovah, is righteousness in the two destructions that we destroyed In our work we also exist, and we have all our faces in peace, and we pray to you with all our hearts that you return to us in mercy: to you, O Lord, is righteousness in nine hundred years that was hateful Conquered from hearing, and for us the five faces were written by a man of loveliness and peace, God incline your ear and hear: Lamentations for the day of Tisha B'av, 20 God incline your ear to a monster Contend with me in heaven and hear the roar of your creatures who say, awake, awake to the foundation of the gate of heaven: incline your ear, my God, to the emotion spoken of Tzdzik Atak and heard the voice of Shaun from a city in heat poured into silence: incline your ear, my God, to the axis of the messenger, and rise up, and rise up against it for war, and hear monsters The nations came with him in his house to fight: incline your ear, my God, to his advice, and think of a plot, for they cannot, and when you hear a conversation, their hearts are fixed on you. They looked up: O God, incline your ear to be humbled and send fire from the Temple of the Teacher, and let your shovels hear the blood of thanksgiving and the voice of a singer: O God, incline your ear To the Lachs Lazun, covet them and hear all their shame that you are ashamed of and cast your terror on them: incline your ear, my God, to run and let the cherubim go out in the streets Mazarites and hear their filthiness as pigs have risen upon your altar: incline your ear, O God, to the defilement and filthiness of the Holy of Holies, and hear the blasphemies They throw holy words at you: O God, incline your ear to the bold ones who dare to go and fight with him in his house and hear them shouting praises because there is no The man in his house: Oh my God, incline your ear to the words of me and Efsi again, and hear her howling and howling from midnight to your throne. Again: Oh my God, incline your ear For scorn and mockery, what is my beginning, and it is not built, and hear the cry of those who mourn and tear and wait for it to be built: O God, incline your ear to those who say leave and forget and forsake forever and ever deaf and hear our lamentation and envy our jealousy and make your face shine on your holy sanctuary: lamentation for the day Tisha B'av, 21 "The cedars of Lebanon, the mighty ones of the Torah." Ali Tarisin in the Mishnah and the Gemara. Heroes of the power of her labors in purity. Their blood was spilled and bravery was given: they are the slain saints of ten kingdoms. And for these I weep and my eyes roll. In remembrance of this I will cry bitterly. The greed of Israel, the holy vessel, a tiara and a crown: the pure of the holy heart died in a severe death. The hand of fate is first for the sword is clear. When fate fell upon Rabbi Shimon, he spread his neck and wept as if a decree had been passed. To Rabbi Shimon, the minister returned to kill him with a sword: Mzera Aharon asked with a request to weep for the lady's son. His head was taken and a pure lamp was placed on his legs. Put his eyes on his eyes and his mouth on his mouth with complete love. He answered and said, "Here is the one who prevails in the Torah. Then a strange and severe death was imposed on him: he was ordered to strip his head of the rent. Standing in his skin, they said to your soul that I live and move. The raider was wicked when he arrived at the place of Tefillin Mitzvah Bara. He shouted and the world shook and the earth was torn apart: after him they brought Rabbi Akiva, the uprooter of mountains and grinding each other in a saber. And they combed his flesh with an iron comb to make it stronger. His breath caught in one breath and a voice said. Blessed are you, Rabbi Akiba, your body is pure in all kinds of purity: Ben Baba, the Rabbis of Yehuda, after him they brought a broken heart and a warning. A seventy-year-old man was killed by Arora. Sitting in Ta'anit, he was clean and devout in his actions: Rabbi Hananiya ben Theradion, after him, a community of congregations in Zion Sha'ara. He sits and pleads and reads the Torah with him, and they surround him with zamorah bundles. They kindled the light in them and covered it with a Torah book. They put a sponge of wool on his heart so that he would not die quickly: Hasid Rabbi Yeshav the author killed the people of Amora. They threw him and threw him to the dogs and did not bury him in the burial ground. The daughter of Kol lit up against him that he had left nothing of the law of Moses to keep: and after him Rabbi Huzfit on the day of Ebra. The hen of the flower was burned with the waste of its mouth as in a bonfire: Tzadik Rabbi Eleazar ben Shamua was recently killed with a dagger. Shabbat evening was a holy time and he sanctified and read. They drew a sword against him and did not leave him alive until the end. His soul was kindled in the creation of God, who creates and narrows the form: priest and priest added the sons of Ula to answer the question. In Scylla she burned, killed and suffocated whoever could get to her hair. What is left of it will be eaten by scattered lions. A lion and apostasy have devoured the breast of the tumult and the market of donations: Jehovah will do good and will not add any more to her sorrow. Embrace with weak knees the part of Jacob and a savior in the time of trouble: for righteousness a king will reign. He will say that my days are complete. To his light we traveled and we will walk: Lamentations for the day of Tisha B'av, 20 "Plow away from me my word, and let it pass over me, because Hamas will cry out and cry out to you, O dweller of heaven; you have tormented me, my spirit, and I do not eat soil, because it gave birth to plague I will mourn and lament my obituary Mr. I will do and lament my words so that my pride will melt as my obituary for my testimony which was given to the name of Urid in the conversation And Ohima and the voice of us are Orimah: Where is the Sabbath of Moses and the willow of joy, every face is bright and every head is bald and every beard is bad and on every heart a sigh is awakened by a heathen A goat demands a sacrifice, Sella, a knight, a goat, a goat, a promise of my virginity and my young men. As a sheep slaughtered a nightingale on the ground and my tears on the grass, gather them to me. In my speech, and in a voice, and in a voice, we are Orimah: the Israelites came out and shouted bitterly, spod, a signpost, the Oggedu in a group, a blue voice, distressed, like an elder, lamented over the sect of She Scattered upon him, because a decree was decreed in my anger and fury and transgression and they were recorded in celibacy and purity to the holy name of the great and the light and a man strengthened his brother. With the help of sticking to a pure vision without working strangely and not protecting a man and a woman on the face of a siren, but with a lot of bravery, there is no room for thunder and fire Shadara and Elimu spoke in the saying, We did not deserve to raise you to the Torah, we sacrificed you as the ola and the incense, and with you we gained the light of the north from the eye of darkness and obscurity. Orid in my speech and Ohima and the voice of Nai Orima: Oz the great and the small agreed to accept with love a law that dwells in poverty and old men fat and fresh they were a beginning Condemned and went out to call them bold-faced and multitudes were killed multitudes and the Pedris mingled with the Pershadonis and the fathers who were merciful became cruel They were ravenous, and they fell upon fathers and upon sons, and the one to whom fate befell the first, he was slaughtered with suits and knives and boys upon a worm of faith, they waited for dust Bridegrooms and brides dressed in old fashioned dresses with arms of bridegrooms severed with swords and javelins, remember the admonition of a crowd of wise men, and do not be afraid of rabies And pay tribute to the pious and the righteous who plunged in the waters of the Zydon for the remembrance of my soul. Torah Torah Gird up a sack and climb up in the fields, but a single person, make a memorial for yourself, signposts on the fools of your swords and the horsemen of your ships And I will drown you in mighty waters, the editors of your systems from the generations, the decipherers of your north and the revealers of secrets, who will cut through the hills and who will cleave the mountains, who Who will tear apart lives and who will excuse fragments Who will amaze nuns and who will make vows Who will rob your depths and cut down farmers and who will fight your battle and return For the Shiites, weapons of war were lost and heroes fell, whose remains are wise as the sky, shining in rest, peace, rest upright, woe and woe, and spoil and ruin for the rest. For the soul and ropes and shafts for the flute. Eyes are closed and not in order. In the evening they say who will give birds and in the winter they wait for who will reveal lights from a mirror. His eyes, which are hot from outside, a sword and a terror from rooms, until you look, he sees all secrets, he watches the insult of your Torah, which was burned by ugly strangers Pharaoh torn into roots like tangled pots grow the stakes on these you will be defeated, the lord of all creatures will take revenge for the blood that was spilled like the water that flows from a bed The poor, the moaning, the stormy, with the captives of crime, the poor and the bitter, rise up for my help, mighty among mighty, lift up your people to the burdens of the lift, Orid in my speech, and Ohima, and the voice of Nahi Orima:

Lamentations for the ninth day of Av, 203 And my sin is the heaven, and my tears are on my cheeks, and on this day I am and will be, Orima and Oima from day to day. And from every labor pain is distinguished in a dol on the son and daughter of my Lord Ishmael as they are great, their remembrance will code in my heart guilt and horror from day to day: when they were captured and fell To two masters and they are neighbors to this nation, they camp and tell this to this one's affairs. In Zio and Klester Panim and in Thar like a cut and a day and a day and a day of water: Rahu told him twice and I come from the captivity of Jerusalem my captivity is a slave Eyes as beautiful as the sun when it strikes at noon and the moon at the time of peace and darkness from sea to sea: come and let us mate and be divided among us in children like him The stars of the sky to hear this, let their ears bend to remember the clothes of Ephraim and Ohima from the waters of the day: when they agreed on this, both of them together for a mating evening in one room, and the masters from outside their hearts are as one, and they are crying with bitterness of soul and fear until the morning in their room, there is no bleeding or pain from day to day: it will be eaten by a heart attack Yamse Nin Aharon, where will the slave be a bearer, and she will also be taunted by the taunt of Susa daughter of Yochbed, where will the slave be carried, oh, because you are a carrot, he says And he made her cry like a sea and a sea and a sea of water. Your breath will come out in a sigh and a sigh from the waters of the water: for this Jeremiah will mourn in a wretched way, for this I will always weep and in my heart I will cry A son and a daughter of Mesped Rabbi A'azima and ohima from the waters of the day I will bring down in my speech and ohima and the voice of our plowing: lamentation for the day of Tisha Bav, 24 for the destruction of the Temple because the destruction and the destruction Espod every year and year a new obituary on the sanctuary and on the Mishka: You shall hide yourself from God forty-sixty years as you shook the world from the face of Haron as a kindling fire between two coffin cloths: two shrines that are above and below one on top of the other, the darkness in the altar, and Achris Athapak and Abita died: the heads of the cloths As they were stored away from the house of the parchath and four coals of fire in the wilderness, and four foundations that follow to the bottomless pit: the holy of holies from the houses of the holy of holies You smote and howled my robber's tents and you fell like this hand to hand and howled the hand: the siren of your praise was given to a narrow hand and every instrument was greedy Oi the house of the treasure And to you is the power and the might, and we will grow without stopping: the face of the throne will be darkened and the heights of heaven will be brought down to gloom. Oz tables were deceived and for their editors we grew Aya Adon Elu for the treasure of youth for the shrines as they were laid down: standing seraphim moved from Ma'amd as destroyed machines From the house of Mahmed Zarim they called the days of destruction: A sea-copper and ten quivers were given to Bel, and they are broken and the two oak lamps are hollowed out: the fact that the bicycles that were in the chariot were taken down to the land of Zohar The sky was extinguished, weak over the Gentiles before the cherubim came: the rebel legions from the time the dew came down for a blessing no more bad dogs came down on the dead bodies of their uncle: All the silver vessels and the gold vessels were cut up and thrown from the house of gold at the exit of the Hadar. Angels like a woman in trouble, embarrassed, a bee opened and answered after him how: an Ammonite and a Moabite flew and the cherubim came out and the cherubim were surrounded by them. The Gentiles, the house of Judah, are important: an army of fireflies from above, passing by from his greatness, and a mighty God, whose name is not father, his praise to the waves, like the daughter of Chusha, who sings his praises. They felt their anger and said, "What is the matter with you today? You have no taste today. Why will you complain to the king in the hour of anger?" Their divisions stood in a procession of ostradiots, and there rose a king of Assur and the Bharatas. Girded and girded with sackcloth, the angels girded a sack: Levi ran and opened his eyes, and behold Michael walking before him, and ministers walking like slaves saw his multitudes: pride He lit and extinguished the lamp, and he bent his hand to God the Lord, and the light of the liturgy darkened you: when he roared like a fire in the wilderness, my brother fled as though he were dead The spirits in him at night did not receive: He said to the evildoers, My anger has melted the friendship of my soul in the hand of its enemies, I have given, I have left my home and my estate Natashti: Lamentations for the day of Tisha B'av, 25 Author: Rabbi Kalonimus ben Yehuda. Who will give my head water and my eyes a liquid spring, and I will weep all my days and nights, for my empty spaces and my burdens, and my sixties of people, and you answer woe and woe And my God, and wept and wept much and much. For the house of Israel and for my people, because they have fallen by the sword: and a tear will come to my eyes, and a field of weeping will go to me, and I will weep with my heart that is broken, for virgins The beauties and the soft children in their books are bound, and are drawn to the slaughter, reddened by sapphire and garnet pearls, like the clay of the outer walls, Tama called him Malkarev. On the house of Israel and on my people, because they have fallen by the sword: and a tear will come down from my eyes, and sorrow, and anguish, and I will weep and gird sackcloth for my funeral, of precious silver and gold. Loveliness, inwardness, dignity, the dignity of every vessel of loveliness, see torn and torn, weighty and ugly, the Torah, the Bible, the Mishnah and the Aggada, answer and buy this for the saying, no Torah is a student and a student, there is no place where a sword sits. On the house of Israel and on your people, because they fell by the sword: And my eyelids will shed tearful water for migration, and I will mourn bitterly for the slain of Asphira, on the second of the eighth day, on the day of calmness of honor, calmness after calmness For the burning, the boys of Hamed and the sixth generation were killed, gathered together, reconciled with the teacher, for a special name, a special name, united there with heroism, heroes The power of those who do his word quickly, and my priests and laymen were all ten infected, and with a sorrowful and sorrowful word I wailed in awe, the congregations of the sanctuary were killed today In remembrance, a crowd and vermiza in a woman and a girl, geniuses of the earth and pure of purity, twice sanctified the unique name of Mora, and twenty-three times in the month of Ziv for purity, and in the third month by calling the night to Shura, they reconciled their souls with bound love, fear for them with weeping, lamentation for Hesherah, wreaths of a crown on Rush to the crown, and to the mighty of the people of the generation. Eagles are lighter than lions to overcome, rest their souls on the singleness of the terrible name, and on them is a cry that breaks a hair, on the two temples of Sodom Today is Urera, and on the swords of a few mosques and Torah sermons, in the third month, in the third month added to Davon and Meira, the month that was turned Grief and trouble, on the day of the giving of religion, I thought to take refuge, and on the day it was given as it was, Oz returned, went up to the place of the fire, with her bag And she narrates and demands and investigates, her students and her differences in sleep as in light, please put on your hearts a bitter mourning for the bond, for the weight of your slaying to be seasoned and to become ashes, when the house of our God was burned, the hall and the capital, and because there is no time to add a date for it to be broken and burned, and there is no place to go back and forth, under this Today my Leviathan was awake, and mourned and lamented and wept with a bitter soul, and I sighed heavily from morning until evening. For the house of Israel and for my people, because they have fallen by the sword: and for these I weep, and my heart groans, and I will call to those who mourn and to the wise, I am God and I am They are all crowded, there is pain for pain for blood, outside of the sword and horror rooms, spaces of sword spaces are thrown naked and naked, you are exterminated As sukha for land animals and beasts, suckling with a man returning men and women, mocking him with multitudes and multiplying words, aye his God said a secret form in him until Death, he will come and save and bring back souls, save him who is like you who carries beams, feel and embrace and don't be girded with heat, because I am a mocker and the mother of God He will fight. On the house of Israel and on my people, because they have fallen by the sword: and my eyes, mine eyes, water will come down, because I will become a poet's mourner, and my organ will become cold because of the sound of weeping. I tremble and who keeps me from waking up, it is hot outside me and a storm is raging, my money is consumed by the tormenting pain, my bones are broken, whirling and crumbling, Silla All my knights of the umbilical cord and the cord, retia and food there is no way to find out, I struck anusha with no veil and braid, that's why I said I am bitter, I cried my tears May my cheeks burn. For the house of Israel and for my people, because they fell by the sword: Lament for the day of Tisha B'av, 20 And when they went, they lifted it up on the graves of the fathers and they were dear bones. Why do you lie in your exiles And in their houses are swords, and what is the right of fathers in the land of trouble: they are all filled with nests for want of sons, they cried out with a voice of supplications before the dwelling of the inhabitants, and what is the hope And I reminded them of the first covenant: they converted to my honor in God and did not fear and did not see and my eyes lifted up from them and did not eat and did not stay. The father of the multitude cried out for them, and turned my face to Ram.

They made a mistake to do foreign works, they advised to hew wells with broken earth, and how will I complain about the nullity of the ten commandments: how shall I laugh at my face He dwells in peace with me, he slaughters the people, and my seed is destroyed and destroyed, and here is the promise and my covenant, and I will establish Isaac: go through Jeremiah, and defile Mount Moriah. Bring trouble that arises from my memory, and how will I get away with killing Zechariah: Sah is born in a pool of tears like a slinking crocodile. Instead, and how did the wild beast break out of me with blood, like a wolf: a faithful shepherd, covered in ashes, and a sheep that was in the bosom of the faithful was destroyed. Because he is not a widower: Leah's crying voice beats on her heart Rachel her sister cries for her sons Zilpah strikes her face Bela laments with her two hands: return Innocents, for your rest, I will fulfill all your requests. As they wished, they shouted outside: Ben Hilkihu came out of the palace, a beautiful woman, a woman who had fallen from a trap. Demon to the devils you or to the sons of men in the likeness of your face as flesh and blood fear you and fear you as angels alone: I am not a demon nor do they know the least known of me Returning and resting: And they are for the three I and for the seventy and one and for the twelve and sixty and one: this one was Abraham and the son of the three is the father of the third: Law twelve And these are the tribes of Yah, and sixty-four, and seventy and one Sanhedrin of Yah: listen to me and make an answer to Yaan, for your answer is so important. And to rejoice in goodness, and you shall not be called the daughter of the mischievous again: for how shall I rejoice, and my voice, what are the Orim? And I sing and I am here in the collars: My temple hotel in Evanni, my uncle wandered from Moz, he ran away and became a friend: Na'am, my tent, my husband, my husband, I robbed my wife, how did she sit alone: Saha The wife of the prophet Jeremiah, pray to your God for the scourge of Sa'ara, the humble one: until God answers, and He says, and saves me from the sword and from captivity: Blame Tahina In front of him, full of mercy, he felt pain for his son: he shouted, "What is the love that lies in his son, and also, woe to the white man at the table of his father?" For Ovot and Aharon and Moshe: Shepherds will come to lament because the wolves of Arabia have devoured the sheep: Jeremiah the prophet was wailing on the tabernacle Noham Calvia: Give voice to my cry, the fathers of the deer, your children have gone astray, and they are my captives: if, as before, they crossed a covenant, what is the right of the covenant-breakers: what shall I do to you, my children of Gezera? Before heaven, there is a temple without an appointment because friends have been given to stumbling: you will restore them like a trusting and rejoicing mouse, have mercy on Zion because an appointment has come: Lamentations for the ninth day Bab, 28: How will you comfort me in vain and my violin turned to mourning in the possession of a heavy rope on me because of suffering and how will I be comforted: On this day in every year, Eden is upon me for a year, and here I am sorrowful and sorrowful for more than a thousand years, and where shall I rest? In the deserts of Maron, and where will I rest: My dwelling is ruined, and my flock is taken away, and the multitude of my beloved will sit alone, and where will I rest? And he revealed his veil from his offering and he was taken, and where shall I rest: and he killed multitudes of fat anointed ones in the midst of sleep, the flowers of eighty thousand priests, and where shall I rest: their tails As I live, and the debbie with the help of the bringer of Arioch, as he bringeth on the blood of a priest and a prophet, and how shall I be comforted: deaf to the burdens of a city full of idols and houses of writers And for more than four hundred seconds, and how shall I sigh: I flew too far to lose my cuteness, and a prayer in Mahmadi was torn to pieces. One for an old pig and six for a yoke and a suckling and where will I rest: a third weight on the main shrine in a quiet stream of a daughter for the hessit and where will I rest: press to share Sons of part and part, you have no part in the name of God, and where shall I rest? Admon, Moab and Ammon, to slay Amon and destroy a palace, and how will I groan: all my knights and herds of my comrades shall perish; Sigh: My soul is weary of slaying for the number of the slain as a ram is slaughtered, and they are slain on you, and how can I sigh: they were slain on the day of battle in the east and in the west their blood A multitude and a great multitude, and where shall I sigh: Troubles upon troubles one after another, great troubles and in long and not short forms, and where shall I sigh: bind their cords and sharpen their spears And gather their camps and extend their sufferings, and where shall I rest? Shame on me with your language, you have returned and raised me up, I am your song and where shall I comfort you: I pray to you, why is it so bad for you and there is no more to heal and where shall I comfort you: Your answers are kept above the glory of the servants of the Lord until he looks up and sees from above Saul's bringing down and he goes up and I cry: lamentation for the day of Tisha Bav, 29 I said, "Shut up from me, I will weep bitterly" My soul and my spirit are colder with the Leviathan of the future to stir up: with my cry, help me, I will mourn you, the daughter of my people; Let the daughter of your eye bleed: come with a cry adorned with gaiety. I raised my voice and cried out bitterly, for it is written: "They are nations when they are gathered together alive; they will make a covenant with you; when they desire your people, they will pile up a secret and take counsel: and they will be destroyed." Plots of Assyrian inclinations to stumble after the vanity, to be dismayed and to tremble at its face. The sons of his readers will be his inheritance if they kill us. He will worship his teachers. The hollows of Oz multiplied and killed my good ones; they afflicted me harshly, and my enemies with these blows struck me in the house of my lover: their filthiness came from me to partake of All of my heroes are in a hat, every good part is a thigh and a shoulder: together they were led to the slaughter as lambs and young bulls Ancient Mesadiim: The Father's lamb was his mercy for the sacrifice of the children, he was like a vessel for the slaughter, he prepared for his children a slaughterhouse: for their mothers are sleepy, they are slaughtered And they are slaughtered as a dedication to the slaughter, and the men are resurrected, women are fertile for the sins of those who are beaten. This is what I heard: the beauty of the beautiful house, the virginity of the daughter of Judah, her neck is plain and the food is sharp and sharp. And the soul is content to cook a meal as a feast, the mother of the sons is happy: the daughters, betrothed and betrothed, to draw a sword in front of fires and drink their blood on the sand of a rock To the veils: the father turns to cry and lays himself on his sword to stab and fell and he is covered in blood in the rail: Tsidaka Dina Poriya At the sacrifice of her branches and the blood of her kibla in her wings, she will open her mouth: I will be robbed and robbed, and when I am pleased with my eyes As he was told to confiscate and kill if he killed his slain, he killed: my thoughts were frightened and I was seized by a monster and at once the writing was found in which he hoped and believed that This alone brought Jeroboam to the grave:

Peace was found in all his actions, his soul was completely slaughtered by the fear of his army and he did not even have a burial: give my heart the solution of his eyes, I knew it His judgments are just and righteous, and it will be good for those who fear God, who will fear before him: His saints will not believe; their iniquities are fulfilled for a hair; a good sign for a person who does not He was executed and buried in honor on an evil day, he will not be afraid: for this, my heart will be terrified, and my heroes will be left in a state of dismay. Ula: And until when you will be like a hero, it will not be possible to avenge the blood of your servants before our eyes. I mean the time of vengeance is to bring down my judgments to a jealous god and the avenger of Jehovah: Jehovah as a mighty man come out of your hands, a wild beast who breaks a book of a debt, rends a wicked and wicked arm: From above, when he made a fire in the desert and the roof of a wall of fire around Shumirah and an apartment house, let the arsonist pay for the burning: and for all the rewards please pay My enemies will fall quickly and be silent, for the God of Jehovah's rewards will rest in peace. Thou shalt not take revenge: therefore thou hast been called a fire from the battle of Egypt for brides, and in them for revenge Jehovah will take revenge and Baal Hama: Jealous for thy name, for thy sake, the god, and for blood Your servants who have fallen and the swords of Ariel will be avenged, the children of Israel will be avenged. The Gentiles are full of corpses: I will carry all the trouble, I will be redeemed and the speed of the mirror, for a day has arisen in my heart and the year of my redemption is coming: lamentation for the day of Tisha B'av, L. Ma'oni The clear skies will be filled with your grace, and they will not destroy your home. Let the building of the house be with your heart: let your love shine for your people, for they are your possession, and let them know that your name is called upon the house: strangers came there, and peoples Let them read and see his signs so that they may fear and the honor of the Lord is upon the house: I have sinned because jealousy has consumed me and I am naked. The treasure they brought in their halls filled their seats and the priest commanded and cleared the house: Why did it melt? To the land of the sojourn and to the home: a place like this they have come and there they will be sanctified, and now they have trampled a multitude of heathens, they have turned against the house: the daughter of Kol is Oona what You will be surprised that the symbol of jealousy that you brought was struck, and as a wound I saw it in my house: the battle of a world full of dwellers in its court made trouble for him, and Passover will not come to Habayit: Yeaan, you have defamed yourselves, you are the evils of the sanctuary, and here are the mistakes he gave to the house: Holy, let truth be fulfilled for us, let him send away shame and sin. You lived and sinned the house: at the source of the opening and above the rim, early for its new moons, and it went up for medicine from under the threshold of the house: the burden of the ruined city Tammur Moked She is a wall of fire around her for the honor of the housekeeper: Go forth and pass away impure from your house, O king of idols, let it pass away and call me, I have turned to the house: sanctify the house of my dwelling, and return to my lodgings, and gather in my company. And behold, the glory of Jehovah has come to the house: lamentation for the day of Tisha B'Av, l "A fire has burned in my heart, in my heart. When I came out of Egypt I built a city, for the sake of a reminder when I came out of Jerusalem that Moses sang, a song that will not be forgotten when I came out of Egypt and Jeremiah lamented, and behold When I left Jerusalem, my house was prepared, and the cloud settled when I left Egypt and the anger of the neighbor, upon me like a cloud when I left Jerusalem, the waves of the sea were, and they rose like a wall When I came out of Egypt evil spirits washed over me, and on my head when I came out of Jerusalem grain from heaven, and a stream of flowing water when I came out of Egypt, anna and tamarinds, and the bitter water When I came out of Jerusalem, the west and the west, around Mount Horeb, when I came out of Egypt, I was called a mourner, on the rivers of Babylon, when I came out of Jerusalem, and I saw my glory, like fire You ate before me when I came out of Egypt, and a sword was forsaken, a slaughter was abandoned when I came out of Jerusalem, a sacrifice and an offering, and the anointing oil when I came out of Egypt was purple to God. To Kuha, as a goat to the slaughter when I left Jerusalem, holidays and sabbaths, and feasts and signs when I came out of Egypt Lent and mourning, and the pursuit of vanity when I left Jerusalem were good Tents, for the four flags when I came out of Egypt, tents of Ishmaelites, and barren camps when I came out of Jerusalem, river and valley, and a quiet land when I came out of Egypt sold for permanence, and written for permanence

When I came out of Jerusalem, there was an ark and an ark, and stones of remembrance when I came out of Egypt, and stones of the projectile, and the vessels for swallowing when I came out of Jerusalem, Levies and Aarons, and seventy Elders when I came out of Egypt come and gather, sell and buy when I come out of Jerusalem Moses will protect me, and Aaron will comfort me when I come out of Egypt and Nebuchadnezzar The evil one, and the wicked Titus, when I left Jerusalem, we waged war, and when I left Egypt, I was far away from him, and behold, when I left Jerusalem, I did not hide the secrets, And the order of array when I came out of Egypt was a melting heat, upon me when I came out of Jerusalem burnt offerings and sacrifices, and I was incensed when I came out of Egypt by the sword Pierced, dear children of Zion, when I came out from Jerusalem, the mountains were glorious, in honor of my coming out of Egypt, whistles and shouts were set, for shame and horrors when I came out From Jerusalem the crown of gold, and the ruler and the king when I came out of Egypt, the office of help, and the turban was thrown when I came out from Jerusalem, holy and prophesied, and Shekinah was burned at my exit Out of Egypt there is a blasphemy and a mora, and death and impurity when I come out of Jerusalem Reina and salvation, and trumpets when I come out of Egypt a wailing cry, with the noise of the heavens When I left Jerusalem, a table and a lamp, and a flute and a censer. When I left Egypt, an idol and an abomination, and a gravestone. The desire when I came out of Egypt was joy and happiness, and the miracle was grief and sighing, when I returned to Jerusalem lamentation for the day of Tisha B'Av, for "my fingers were humbled and my ashes fell down. Alas: the children of Zion were exiled. And all my enemies are silent. Oh, what was we? A harp is broken Oya: a crown of glory is dragged to the earth Oh what was ours: the streets of the city are mournful and the roads are gone Oya: the paths of the roads are dark And darkness, oh, what has become of us: the temple and its walls are filled with woe upon it: and upon the table and its vessels and a coat upon its skirts, oh, what has become of us: woe to the pillars in the hands of my sons Oia slaves: And surround many layers and are honored O what was ours: sacrifices and offerings for torches and reports What did we have: apply and the lattice to the sword and kill Oya: the woven building is trampled in the meadow O what did we have: revised patches from me absent Oya: and rings Ordered and we will try the generations. Oh, what has become of us. A basin with a sink has been thrown in it and it is not Oya: the candle with its oil is taken from its place oh, what was it for us: the bread of the faces on which kinis Oya were carried: and rows of pomegranates To crush data, oh, what did we have: the pure lamp, its light, is missing, oh, and the expensive rake is absent and missing, oh, what did we have: the beautiful sea of the serpent For those who work in iron clothing: and the work of the net and the sick of the washing machine, oh, what has become of us: Slats and princes are cut off from us Oya and Boaz and Yachin will be thrown into the land Oh what was ours: on the night and the enemy shot an insect's tooth Oya: Teni Gam Kuz He threw down and flashed his sword. Oh, what happened to us: bugs and the gates of the land are dragged down. Oh, how the innocent and the bright are hidden. envelopes in hatred are repelled Oya to the beauty sheds and the house of suits Oh what would have been for us: a protective wall and a kirker of the mountain Oya: and they threw bile and burned the beer Oh what would have been For us: the heads of the guards are entangled in troubles Oya: and the heads of the tithes are in the hands of men with spears, oh, what did we have: the hair of the daughter of Rabbis to the wolves of the Arabs Oya: take The cherubim beat drums and pipes, oh, what happened to us: the beautiful ones are suitable for the sons of Israel. The dear ones are pierced by swords. Oya: the ruling soldiers and the priests are blowing incense. Oh, what did we have: guns and flowers, arrows and spears. In grief we sigh, oh, what was ours: and they threw the keys in their gates, because they were weak: they wiped their mouths, and with their hands they satisfied, oh, what was ours:

Caps and glasses from me cease Oya: and my sons groan in a distant land Oh, what was ours: Long live his debt and his pure breast is returned Oya: the western candle is extinguished And the joy of the house of Shoab, oh, what was ours: Zedim, the sons of Edna, over the sons of Mi, manna, Oya: glory in the garments of the priesthood was given in their hands, oh, what was ours: Keteret Nederet, Oron, and Kfaret Oya: Prepare in the field, gather together the scattered goat, let it be for us: Lament for the day of Tisha Bav, 33 Author: Rabbi Menachem ben Michir Abel Aoror, Aninur I will bring woe to me with my bitter weeping, in the fury of my tormentor my ways are rebellious, for I have a long exile, and my heart is soft, woe to me is a way and hardship, a fern rests and its side burns, God is the least of my shame, and they desecrate my temple, and they desecrate my temple. In the cycle of Rannu, oh, my troops fornicated, their place turned like a locust, they slept. And they touched them and they made me stubborn, Oh my God, let them pay off their money, Hamsu's souls, woe to me, my soldiers, let them be, my humble priests, forget me, let me die with a sword Red-faced, with zero blood, oh my innocent victims, without blemishes they would have been desolate, but for me carry and throw away, naked and dirty, oh my king's servants, an enemy army King and come down in your kingdom, God bless me with joy and pride, for the Torah Tamima, woe to me in trouble at the hand of Rema, the dangerous donation is for confiscation, God bless me with the voice of synagogues, And the houses of the needy are merciful to me, in whose hands are clean sacrifices of evidence, to my God peace and comfort, bridegrooms and brides, thanksgivings and weddings to me, bridegrooms And virgins and good ones of congregations, God forbid that I have brothers also together, let their blood be shed as one. Oh, for me brothers and sisters in fear. Scholars of a book, blow and blow a horn, oh my mouth, tell me a book, full of gravel and ashes, and oh, I weigh and count, oh my God this was a sedge, a goat goat, oh my To destroy the audacious, and gather a bold people, the sons of Nabal and the Goat, for I have not asked for a barren, only to uproot and uproot Oya me with a lying Armenian line, an Aramaic instigator to uproot and not To cause the morning, to my God who upholds the covenant, had he not left a remnant in the ravine of a foreigner, woe to me Kosher is scandalous, Hebrew friendship is mercy from Hakrit, and there is hope And after the lamentations for the day of Tisha B'av, L "On the day I was oppressed, and my punishment was multiplied by sending a hand in the blood of a prophet, and he came to the temple of Jehovah, and he did not cover the earth until the sword came against me. And he did not remain silent until the blood of the prophet Zechariah was raised up and he fought in the daughter of Judah, Tania and Ania: he was walking and stormy until he came to Rav Tabachim and came to the temple of Jehovah and found boiling blood and the sacrificial priests asked about it and they answered that it is the blood of the sacrificial victim and he tried the blood of cattle and the blood of rams and the blood of animals and also They sacrificed a great sacrifice to Hekad, what happened and multiplied in Judah's daughter Tania and Ania: And in all this he was not silent, and he was still as he was driven out, and the matter was sought and an interpreter was found, for it is the blood of the man of God on the not of Hamas that was rooted out, and Nebuzaradan said His blood is also required, let the priests collect for me and bring it out of her house, for I will not be silent until my witnesses are silent. And Ania: He stabbed sixty to hundreds and young men to four and went down to the slaughter as the Lord of hosts is here and there is no rest for the blood of a prophet and it became a sign and a sign and the children were slaughtered And the eyes of the fathers see, and their mothers are slaughtered, and after them also come and say to my soul, This is your sin, and this is fruit. to kill women with breast milk and blood rose between them like the blood of light from Egypt until Nebuzaradan lifted his heart to the sky and said there was no more of the girls Yerushalayim, the bride, you make the rest of the captivity and multiply in the daughter of Yehuda Tania and Ania: Lamentation for the day of Tisha Bav, to "She who rents not from any wine, throw me your barren drum, please And cut me off, and I will destroy you; I will lament over the souls of the dead, and I will surround you on all your sides; How is the siege and the enemy in Zion, the city of the kingdom, how is the foot of the Zedim, the land of the deer, a thorn in the boom, they found the priests who guarded the array, and on their watch they stood and did not leave the queen until blood is shed like the waters of the revolution and every unmarried and impure person comes from a house to a place where a high priest is afraid to go there And destroy thy branches, and thy transparent windows, and cry before the LORD for destruction sufficient for a sword sufficient for him twice: the voice of the wailing of the daughter of Zion is heard from afar. cry out, cry out, cry out, cry out because I have drunk a cup, and I have lit a candle, I have set my food, two lions with sharp jaws, the daughter of Babylon, the robbery and the daughter Red, the guilty one, why do you mourn me, Zion, and your sin is known to many of you, my transgressors have gone out with you without knowing that you have left your watch, to ask for your help and my cry Before the Lord, you are sufficient for destruction. May he gather me, who scattered me, and redeem me from the midst of his tyrants. Ask for peace, your Assyrians, ask for your peace and they will be your flock: water, east, north, and Yemen, peace, far and near, greater than all your Hebrews: and peace A prisoner of lust, he gives his tears like the Hermon dew and is punished for their descent on your mountains: to the tears of your humility I give, and when I dream of the return of your sabbath I am a violin For your songs: My heart is for the house of God and for Daniel, and for the victims and all the wounds of your Torah. Sha'ari Shahak Sha'arih,

And the honor of my Lord alone was prolonged, and there is no sun, moon, or stars to illuminate you. I will choose for my soul to be poured out in the place where the Spirit of God is poured out on your heart. You are a royal house and the throne of my Lord, and where will servants sit on the thrones of your lords? Who will let me wander in the places where God has revealed himself to you and your husband! Who will make me wings and wander far away, mobile to my heart's bones between the two of you! My mouth will fall on your land, and my land will be yours very much, and I will have mercy on your Africans, because I will stand on the graves of my fathers and I will bury them in Hebron on my own Your grave! I will pass through Erech and Carmel, and I will stand in Gilead, and I will look at the Hebrew mountain, the Hebrew mountain and the mountain mountain, where there are two great lights from Meirich and Morich. Lives of souls - the air of your land, and the dust of your dust from the sparrow, and the scent of nectar - your rivers! May it please my soul to walk naked and tread on the swords of the wilderness that were your swords, in the place of your coffin that was put away, and in the place of your cherubim that was buried Your rooms! Ogoz and I will throw away the glory of a priest and I will spend time, desecrate your priests in an impure land - how will I be provided with food and drink at the time of my arrest, because the dogs will carry me away Your apostate? Or how will the light of day be sweet to my eyes while I see in my mouth the corpses of your enemies? The cup of sorrows, let it go! Respite a little, because I am already full of weakness and my soul is bitter. When I remember you - I will drink your anger, and I will remember your love - and I will embrace your leaven! Tsion is a beautiful night, love and grace, you will call mez, and in you the souls of your friends are bound - they are the ones who are happy for your prayers and pain for your sadness and weep for Your fraction. From the pit of my captives, we yearn against you and bow down, a man from his place to the presence of your gates, the flocks of the monk, who have gone out and scattered from mountain to hill and not Forget your guard, those who hold the edge of you and strive to rise up and take hold of the sansini of Tamar. Shinar and Patros will be prepared in their greatness, and if they stop, will they bleed to Thummich and Urikh? To whom will your Messiah bleed and to whom will your prophets and to whom will you guide and send you? All the kingdoms of the idol will change and pass away. Oh, to the seat of your God, and blessed is the chosen man who will come near and dwell in your courts! Blessed is he who waits and will come and see the leaves of his length and your dawn will break upon him, to see the good in your days and rejoice in your joy in your return to the front of your youth! Lamentations for the day of Tisha B'av, 37 Zion, take all the people of Gilead for your people, there is not enough for how many of you have grown: a land of deer, you are among the nations given, and from Eden every precious place The rivers came out: And it came to pass that Naaman bathed his flesh in the waters of the Jordan; then he was gathered up because of your Torah. Machsev Hararich: All pleasures come in your net, and the tooth is not dulled, but as sweet nectar is bitter: crisp for healing, and every leaf will come up, not like a tree The honey was worth: With the Pathans, the covenant of Crete was dissolved and there is no devil, but you paid them as a sacrifice: you, every beast and fowl, were wise witnesses, as a donkey was in the face of the son of Yair, your donkey: Go to God alone, and there is no house, and let your name go forth, for the name of my true God is known in your songs. Your gates: in you is the secret of testimony and the secret of wisdom, and come the ancients and the wise of Sheba to write your scroll: a king is in your midst and in you are captains of armies with every weapon and on every To whom your men have grown: policemen on every border, judges in every city and city, elders of the truth, and there is no teacher like your teachers: in the days of your maidenhood you were holy to God Chosen and sons of prophets, sons of the living God of your youth: in you the attack on the line of truth is weighed, you will be years generation and generation in two years: birth to a white As long as you are, and the play is silent for you, and in it you have seen your striations: it was seen in the Tammuz as a flood in you will rise, because all the new moons sing alone in your entrance: Ayah Where is the place of the coffin, and where is the hall, and where are the altars, where are your courts: where are you speaking on behalf of your people, and what happened to the children of Khat, where are your monks: where Prophets sons of the Most High and all your counselors were lost and went captive, your kings and princes: you were a beautiful landscape for a dry head in your cypress for the miracle of your sin with only a short branch Your harvest: a dry land, and foreign waters have washed you, and every spirit has blasted you, and a fire has burned in your land: you have become bitter in your need, that Egypt has consumed you, and strangers have made you dirty, and you have been in your land: To the mighty God, my witness is called Ariel, and where did the son of Ari go, a predator of your flock, return to the God of your flight, do not give him my blood until his honor returns and until he is built Gedreich: My soul has been redeemed to see in the light of his sun. Take peace as a river from your Lord: to the gods of the heavens that guard the walls and the sun, night and day they will preach peace to your campers: even those who are scattered in all the four corners And they ask for your peace in your daughters and your sons: the inhabitants of graves wait and look forward to the day when it will sleep and when they will grow, your old ones will live: and I am asking for your peace I will call a voice from the top of the mountains and the earth to fly over your Ra'ananiich: Peace to Zion Neveh Tzedek and peace to your ship and the walls of the precious stones of your pearls: Peace to the land Peace be upon all the borders of Gilead and Samaria and all the rest of your neighbors: Zion for the face, were you not a beautiful sight, how have you turned black, your length and your face: Dear kings, a bowl of praise, and where is a sack, girded on your loins and given to you: bread for my relief when I step under the glory of ashes and drink my sorrows over I will mourn you: arise and we will weep tears as rivers will flow from my eyes to your eyes: for your widowhood that your friend has gone and he has destroyed his friend and all Hide your north: when I see you, I will call poets in song; when I hold your poor, I will call you mournful: I will choose to live in thee, and let them dwell in thee, and woe to me if the red and the Arab dwell in thee: the city of the kingdom for David and Solomon his son was built and they were before Your Maker: You are for the temple of God, you are rested for the form of the stone that day by day came down to your garden: there is a table and a lamp and the ark of the covenant to God between my breasts Love for us in Melony: on your altar priests stood servants at it sacrifice and burnt offering to atone for your transgressors: the head of the priest who is covered with expensive shame I heard in the hem of a coat the voice of your trumpet: One year Panim went to Dvir's rooms and brought a censer full of komtzo and hafnaich: bow and buy and all the heads of Bashim Witnesses of the city of dates when the smell of your sunshine comes: against the Levites who guard the gates and also the poets sing a song in the mouth with all your resounding: against them the sons of Ma'mad are leading a prayer And unto thee shall thy mentor rise in all the times of thy time: in thee were the prophets, were they not in the secret of God, and in thee are wise men of skill, and in thee are seventy elders: thy land is full of him Ten holy things and every tithe is a contribution and also from your choice of grain: now you are a wilderness without sons and daughters and without your king, your prophets for your life and your age: when will he return And they shall come into the midst of thy tabernacle, they that dwell under thy cloud: who will give me a time to bring forth children, as Shiphara and Puah give birth to a child in thy womb: who will give me a time to bring forth children? I long for the day when your bridegroom will come, and you will be my bride, your bride: my heart will yearn to embrace you with the dusty arms of your land, and I will embrace the arms of your stones in my mouth: when I see you in my life You will be built on your face, and your face will be afraid of the north, and the sea will raise up your horns: Acsof and Ahmed for comfort, and you will hear the words of the prophet in the voice of my ears and your ears: Awake to the call of your uncle and depart from the earth in his return to your tormentors: lamentation for the day of Tisha B'av, L'T Zion, lament over your house that was burned, crying out in bitterness On the deserts of your vineyard:

I will mourn like a widow who was a tax on all transgressors because of your transgressions: on the hills I will lament and mourn, and I will be with a loud voice where they are beaten The moniker: how to Moab, the children of Zion, with their hands they have sinned against Rav Goenach, and I call to you who mourn: howl and lament, Zion is bitter, and I am, and weep in the wilderness over me. The desolation of your oppressors: cry for me and do not make your voice heard in my weeping. I am a word and a sword that is sent to your enemies: hunt like a bird and there is no helper against him who spreads nets To discover your clumsiness: how hast thou cast away the glory of Israel, and hast not remembered the oath which thou didst promise to thy faithful ones: thy voice is like the voice of the snarling of tenim, Jacob wept and lamented Shai on Rabbi Tlunich: gas to be thrown and throw me on your head on the earth and a sack tie my knots with your waist: buy me in crime and do not give rest and lamentation Over the innocent, I am the Lord of your mercy: my land, the armies of the deer, lament, and let me wake up, O the innocent, who is not under your rule: they bought kings and made officers cry, and all East and all west on your Shimlonic: I will strip you of your coat and throw you to the ground and gird up sackcloth and also hide under your sheets: young and old and also pregnant and nursing May you be bitter to the soul in the eyes of all your elders: a sign that your tongue did not pass like thorns on the water and were turned over by your wickedness: they darkened the lights and also all The clouds and every way from Mead will be closed before you: for the clouds from Mead have come together and gathered together for their light before all Sha'on on the rabbi of your judgment: Zion in the shofar Strike upon the mountain and the hill, see, cry out bitterly, and weep for the death of your servant: send your sling in the fire of Zion to Mermes; let not your gate be drowned in the land of your land: behold, to Mermes The daughter of Judah is given up and there is no one who answers her soul on the desolations of your earth: Zion bitterly weep for no comforter who is far away from close comfort comfort in your lover: Like the sound of the sea, and also of a crocodile and an owl, and the sound of my voice, and my cry, which is under your throne: lift up your eyes to Zion, and you will also see my sepulchre, and the clouds upon me, leave me alone: Zion cry out to the God of fathers and ask me for the foundation of your house and also for the help of your commander. When I heard your voice, I also wept for the sons who returned to all your neighbors: Rachel and Leah wept for Belha and Zilpah, did they not mourn and cry aloud in your presence: for The God who never dies and will not forsake you, for there is hope and peace to your children: lamentation for the day of Tisha B'av, M. Zion, friendship, a young friend to you, whose writings you have written in Rab Anot HaDerikh: Zion Hedar every bed room and every bed of your friends is your friend in the coming of your rooms: Zion Barcha Eliyaona on your head to your ruler Mothovim Sha'areich: Zion Yaroshat Ze'ev, Arab, my captive, long for me, witnesses, witnesses, ascended as your crown: beautiful in abundance of wealth and grace in abundance in knowledge, and they are old men. Zionists, be wise, my youth: I was more beautiful than the whole of Noah in all the praises of you who ascended and captured the spoils of your resident kings: Weep in the soul of a man for them without sin, in expiation with the sacrifice of your expiation: Yosadat Bzew Lafar Harbat in the midst of Ob in the face of Asaph for the zaat of Ashab Mey Your signs: the faces of buyers were seen in your city, the children of the camp, the residents of Sene, in your two yards: do your deeds with thread, get rich by purchasing every precious fortune We are found in the congregation of your tenths: chosen from your place to create a choice in the people of his people, a choice in the middle of you and the priests in your choice: in you a generation in a great age, a way in every generation And you have set yourself up in coming to the herds of the flocks of your friends. The name of the two priests, David, was standing in the army in the field of Jericho. O my God, you have risen before the time of your creation, and you will become a burden and a world upon your Africans: and in the midst of strife in the day of wrath, so shall your land be purified, and not choked with the burdens of your creation: it will come down in its time. The rain of your land, a time of night, came to bless us and gave us dew in your harvest. And the daughters of desire doubted, played in the market, and quarreled in the Hebrew court: Bechag in Paz, marveled in Pash, in Paz, they fell out with light and grace, they were filled, they won their asceticism: How shall I rejoice again in the holiday, how shall I rejoice in Pur until the days of Shashon come for your fruitfulness: Your land is lovely from Ead, it is not nice to have lovely sons at home Mahmoud Maguriech: A cloud of incense rose from the place of your temple, the smoke of fire came out of your place. Wake up and stir in the holy city of Ereich: iron without me was not heard when it was being built. How did flint swords pierce you, Egyptians: for the sight of Hebrews in a sack, but They are confident that they will rejoice after the turn in your turn: Sing to the voice of my God, how will you turn away? He did not call for a sack and cry for the champion of your youth: My heart is filled with sorrow. Let desire be able to sleep until a pillar of dawn will rise: and I will stand at midnight on the dark watches of his name for the light I will bring in the morning to protect you: if you find nectar Honey, don't mourn at my head, for you will prepare me at the head of your mountains: May the glory of Lebanon come to you, and you will praise me as a flock, the children of your flock: My skin and my youth, set up a forest of youths, a young man, give a sign to the tree of your forest. Zion to Zion and a sign of courage, be still and a miracle to the nations, and let my feet be lifted up from your flesh: save me, my poor witness, and let me be clothed twice, my witness To tie your knots: do not tell me that you are old, for you will be old for no one yet. In the youth of your people: incline to good, you will need flint; A goat will come forth from my captivity immediately, a wild boar, and it will be the crown of a deer to shepherd your flock: Lamentations for the day of Tisha B'av In the court of your waste: those who yearn on the dust of the earth and the pained who sleep on the hearth of Galilee: they walk in darkness and there is no sorrow, and they stand in the light of their day, On them that it will shine and on you: And peace a man sighs, weeps with a broken heart always lamenting over the shafts of your ropes: and they mourn as the virgins and the daughters of Yaana and cry The obituary of Mr. Begallich:

How you are given in the fire, you will be eaten in the fire of flesh, and no strangers will be burned by your embers: until you are tender, you will dwell in the abundance of silence, and before the flowers of the Lord, do not cover your embers: You will sit in pride to judge the sons of God in all the judgments and you will bring in your guilt: you will still be decreed to burn religion with fire and laws and go to Asheri who will pay you Your reward: light a torch and the fire for the former will be given because in the latter a fire will burn in your borders: China, walk in you in the choice of God and fire in the great and rise in your borders: To be a model for religion because it will be diminished and come down from its honor, and they are a proverb that will cast you down: a parable for a king who wept for a feast in his son Tsafa, who will die like a fool: Under a coat, you will cover yourself in a sackcloth, you will wear a widow's dress, you will change your clothes: I will shed tears, my witnesses will be like a river and they will reach the graves of two ministers Your Highness: Moses and Aaron in the mountain, the mountain, and Eshal, there was a new Torah, where your Galilee was burned: the third month and the fourth bond to destroy your love and all It will be as beautiful as yours: cut to the boards and spend one more year in his tent to burn in the fire of this religion, you will be repaid twice: I will die for my soul and where will I wait for you to eat after me I saw that they gathered your spoils: into the middle of the street as if they were abandoned and burned the spoils on top that would be melted for the coming of your people: I did not know how to find your paved way, they were mourners A straight path leads you away: it will be sweetened in my mouth with honey to cover it with a drink of tears and my feet will be bound by a rope: it will be a cloud before my eyes drawn from the waters of the tears of my witnesses To every one who holds a wing that exalts you: Oh, they will be destroyed in their descent upon my life, for my mercy is bent to wander over you: take a bundle of his money and go on your way Far away and with him your shadows did not flee: And I, when I was sad and bewildered, remained alone from them like a tower at the top of Mount Megdalich: I will no longer listen to the voice of singers and serfs On me, because the strings of your flute drums are cut off: I will clothe you and cover you with sackcloth, because they will become dear to me as blue, the majority of the souls of your flute players: The light of the day that shall rise shall not be all, but shall darken thee to me and to thee: I cried with a bitter voice for a siege on thy brokenness and on thy sickness, and that it may remember the love of thy wholeness: Gird yourself with sackcloth on the fire that has set fire to divide and smother your mound: as the measure of your answer, Tzur will comfort you and restore the sabbaths of the tribes of Jeshuron and burn you Your bottom: Walk in my footsteps again and dance, take, go in the dance and rejoice in your joy: my heart will rise when I light for you Tzur and it will rise to your darkness and they will light up your darkness: Lament for the day of Tisha B'Av, M "B Tsi'ion, the siren of Par Hedut Agudich, I cried aloud with your voice for your loss: to the building, ask and be gracious to the God of peace, speak for her and also For the sons of your choice: a husband of your choice, whose love for you is a stranger, we will turn against you and also against your regiment: golf and open a heart board, then you will rest assured In the peace that rests on your path: my words are present to your people, to shout for you, to the mountains, the voice of the way: Return your friend to your bed and sleep in your shade and walk in your garden of roses: I promise you speed and holiness and also in writing to help you and they are clear Zebedee: seed and sons are cut off for your husband, did you not give birth and how did you become aware of all your followers: slipped away and passed and gas from you and was not sent, did not come by your hand Sheter Sefer Trudich: Claims a false claim in rebellion against me, therefore you are despicable and lowly among your friends: you sit in silence because you are exposed to shame Your margin was revealed and thinned out like yours: all those who hold on to you will come out in a hurry and in awe, and they were for you: my heart is not filled with any respite Which was spoken and passed on to Mr. Metek Magdike: full of tears like water washed away, tears filled my life and all the eyes of your saying: my soul is wrapped at the time of my remembrance Why was it not extinguished and they could not bake your smidiks: the thickness of a grape mixed with water and a strip from the fields in the cold of the sacrifices of your servants: Oder and plowing I will place you in the field of pits and sedges to wait and consume around you the fire of your fire: I burst and stroke my clothes when I held silent multitudes and they hunted your steps: I shout to lament, to cry, and to cry out, let the woe be upon your care: the days of my poverty are light, when I hold the breast of your poor, they guard you, and they carry your feet: Move my body over my dear sons, who are burnt as lime in the light of the fire of your remains: bow down and bow down, you blasphemers of a false religion, and oh, how they slander me with a hammer Your testimony: my heart wonders, which has longed in an impure land, to give alms, to drink wine. Your words have fallen: Your children are lost from you. In the midst of your labors: you give birth for nine months at the time of all women, and how many were your years that you gave birth to your children: I advise you to keep the ewe with ropes and he will let go To bind you upon the layers of your fastness: think about the time that you will let it go, and do not think about the time to remove all your orthodoxy: with a summons in his hand he opened four locks and also Yea, he shall open the storehouse of your treasure: Keel shall hearken to the assembly of the faithful his doors, and he shall open them upon your keys: Zion is done in your need And in your mouths are made that your sharp clay will shine: Zion in offering will hide the face of your wrath, and they will bow down at the feet of your Orthodox: Zion is a witness A witness you have woven in your bed and also a goat and a glorious arm in your lovely clothes: Lamentations for the day of Tisha B'av, M "3 Zion in the judgment go, go with your clouds, it was hidden in a lie and they did not reveal it Your transgressors: indeed, the sons of Ulah enslave you, and your inheritance will not be righteous, and you will be an abomination to all your neighbors. In your holy land in your almshouses: You revealed your disgrace and your filthiness in your ways, and also your way was defiled by the increase of your harlotry: the way of your sister did you go and play the harlot in her fornication and you have committed fornication your daughters and your sons: You smote and smote without healing, and you threw like clay outside, and there you are worn out by the children of your tormentors: and you became a curse in the mouth of rebellious Zeds who said to your soul My broken heart sings to you. To your king alone, for he is your Lord: purify your heart and your hands, and return to the witness of your holy man, and to him the Rabbi will speak:

Day and night let me cry bitterly over Kiryat Melukha and over the hill of your armies: honor and glory and abundance of beauty in you is your holiness found and they are given For your enemies: why do you wave the abode of Tanim and leave the desert and also the waters of your springs: from the sound of hearing to the voice of the morals of Miserek when you have drunk And I set fire to your oil, and you kept me. Women are weeping with a great cry that mourns you: witness the ensign of your king until the end of the war, let it be in the hand of a strait, the sons of Sarim, your deputy: open to Lebanon your gates that drowned the earth I am a woman and there is no hotel for you: I will be a score on them and you will not feel it. Your joy and over all your women and your princes: they rose and grew like waves in the heart of the sea of Mazarin in the night they robbed the columns of your bricks: they robbed Melonech and every Mohammed You will be covered with no lights and innocents who have discovered your north: Tabor and Carmel as the mountains of Gilboa without taluk and mitrach and no light in your clouds: Zion will be your pure female vine And sanctify my precious witness, put on your eternal robe: Zion, and complete the days of my wandering in Shashon and Gil, for your iniquity is finished, and your Mishnah Shivronich: Zion is virtuous. Kings and states, let the waters of your springs flow from the rest of your springs: Zion, your redemption, watch, and they will call you a siren, praise you with the mouth of lions, and sing: Zion, a blessing and life In you, the knight of Jacob, a commandment for ever and ever, and they will say in your ears: Zion, a multitude of priests, what will serve you, and Yahweh will also add to the rebuke of your officers: lamentation for the day of Tisha Bav, M "4 Tzun Lady of the kingdoms of Egypt, the guns of Yishloim Shai from the dead of the Assyrians: Yehmetz my heart to the voice we have given Reims, the sons of Sheir and Moab, in the midst of all of you: clothe him Messiah in the blood of Kadaqed vices Trouf Shua and Koa Ramos my people in Hireich: cities in the forms of a precise occupation and a cobblestone poured with cedars of Lebanon felled from the trees of Yereich: see Prophets in the Shoah spoke in the name of the holy city of Jacob for peace and did not keep it from the desert: let my heart rest on a coffin and a tabernacle and a golden crest and a vest and the holy name of the desert: Islands will live to light a sign and a sign on me that you will bless, they will heal me from your brokenness: the sun and all the stars will shine in the depth of their blood, your voice will be heard. Tamrorich: Sahar and Kima and Esat and Kesil for this, they extinguished the thunder that gathered together like the stars of your morning: He put down the wicked like the servants in their hand hanged a long Sabbath and an age. And your instruments of singing: Obel Lebanon and Gil Carmel without being heard, diggers dug in the gates of Tsar: the wisdom of the wise in the day was lost, and your officers were imprisoned, and the children of Zion fled. Yekriich: a collection of kings dressed in veils, beautiful and crystal, and on top of a sapphire. Gezirich: let rivers appear in the midst of a joyous cry without end for a feature and an end of a face Gedreich: a hill and a rowan tree, these and an oak, a place full of holes Let my battle cry as my tears flow like tigers coming on the day of your prey: my heart will rage like a storm and a whirlwind like a threshing floor, it will rage over me with guilt. As an angel: convert the tidings of a bright day, St. Jacob, a temple and an altar without coming into your yard: a whistle, Naaman planted a tree, and in the morning, like a bud, a flower, and a spring Prosper, my songstress: return as a deer to the God who made you, and he will make you generation after generation, the husband of your youth will dwell in you: a lion, a young lion, without a ram, and a mighty fleet. And sail without crossing your river: My soul, your peace, I need it as bright heat on the lights of Orot, as cloudy as dew in the heat of the day of your harvest: I will be happy and rest on the day I hear Heralding with the voice of peace, much-needed rest, and the peace of the Assyrians: Lament for the day of Tisha B'av, from the God of Zion and her cities, like a woman in her travail, and like a virgin girded with sackcloth, upon her husband Her youth is on a palace that is abandoned, because of the guilt of her flocks, and on the return of the blasphemers to God, in the temple of her rooms. On the exile of the servants of God, the sweet song of her singers, and on their blood that was shed like the days of her youth. On the reasoning of her patients, who bled in her cities, and on a covenant that was silent and canceled her Sanhedrin. On her constant sacrifices and redemption of her firstborn, and on the hollowing out of the vessels of the temple and the altar of her incense. On the thrones of her kings, the sons of David, her mighty men, and on the beauty of darkness at the time of their crowns. On the honor that was revealed at the time of the destruction of her priests, and on the oppressor who pressed and put sacks on her belts: on the crush and many blows that her monks were beaten, and on being blown up The gods of the rock are her youths. On the joy of her haters in their joy over her brokenness, and over the humility of the sons of Horin, her generous and pure. On the crime that paved the way of her Assyrians, and on the armies of her people who are black and tan. On the voices of her scavengers at the time of her carcases, and on the emotion of her reapers in the dwelling of her courts. On your name, which has been blasphemed by my mouth, I will rise up from her afflictions, and on your praises, listen and listen to her words. The Gods of Zion and its citizens, like a woman in her travail, and like a virgin girded with sackcloth, upon the husband of her youth: lamentation for the day of Tisha B'av, M "and lamentation for the destruction of the people of Israel in the years of wrath 55-55. By Rabbi Shlomo Halberstam ztzel, the Rebbe of Bobov. Please remember and mourn all of Israel, your voice will be heard in Ramah. Because Germany destroyed our people during the fury of the war. In strange and cruel deaths, in hunger and thirst. Do not forget in all generations, until you will be able to see with comfort. Their screams and cries, crowded and closed in wagons.

As a sheep to be slaughtered, they will be led to be burned in the ovens. The voice of hunger will always be remembered before the dwelling of the afflicted. At Krom, Israel heard, they surrendered their souls to the Lord of Lords. The heads of yeshivots and their students, and the multitudes of your people. The enslavement with hard cruelty, and the killing by the hand of Rama. The blood of many children cries out to you from the ground. Take revenge, take revenge on men and women, you will not live as a soul. on the burning of thousands of seminaries and churches. Many books of the Torah and its students, are bought in sheep. Send fire from the temples to God, kindle and watch our eyes. The one who sets the fire will pay the burning, he will judge the nations full of nations. Heaven and earth cried out, over thousands of cities from the fortresses of Torah. European countries and their communities, descendants and founders of tradition. Old and devout tzaddiks, adherents of pure faith. From the day we left our country there has not been such a terrible disaster. Have mercy on the rest of us, look down from heaven. to the camps of the saints, ten times as many as came out of Egypt. Our holy house was erected, and we were doubly comforted. Raise us up, and bring us to Zion and Jerusalem. We use cookies to give you the best possible experience on our site. Click OK to continue using Sefaria. Learn More. OK We use "cookies" to give users the best user experience. Read more on the subject Click here for confirmation