1-3. We’ve been hearing about this, God,all our lives.Our fathers told us the storiestheir fathers told them,How single-handedly you weeded out the godlessfrom the fields and planted us,How you sent those people packingbut gave us a fresh start.We didn’t fight for this land;we didn’t work for it—it was a gift!You gave it, smiling as you gave it,delighting as you gave it.
13-16. You made people on the street,urchins, poke fun and call us names.You made us a joke among the godless,a cheap joke among the rabble.Every day I’m up against it,my nose rubbed in my shame—Gossip and ridicule fill the air,people out to get me crowd the street.
17-19. All this came down on us,and we’ve done nothing to deserve it.We never betrayed your Covenant: our heartswere never false, our feet never left your path.Do we deserve torture in a den of jackals?or lockup in a black hole?