Lamentations on the Absent Christ

The anointed one of the LORD, our breath of life, was caught in their snares,

He in whose shadow we thought we could live on among the nations.

The joy of our hearts has ceased, our dance has turned into mourning

The garlands have fallen from our heads: woe to us, for we have sinned!

Over this our hearts are sick, at this our eyes grow dim:

They struck me down alive in the pit, and sealed me in with a stone.

The waters flowed over my head, and I said, "I am lost!"

I called upon your name, O LORD, from the bottom of the pit;

You heard me call, "Let not your ear be deaf to my cry for help!"

Lamentations 3:53-56, 4:20, 5: 15-17