Holy Saturday Lamentation

How the gold has grown dim;
how the pure gold is changed!
The holy stones lie scattered
at the head of every street.

The precious children of Zion,
worth their weight in fine gold,
are reckoned as earthen pots,
the work of a potter's hands.

The steadfast love of God never ceases,
mercies never come to an end,
they are new every morning;
great is this faithfulness.
"God is my portion,
therefore my hope will not be in vain."

God is good to those who wait;
to those who do not waver.
It is good that we should wait
quietly for the salvation of God.
It is good for us
that we bear the yoke in our youth.

(Lamentation Jeremiah - 4:1,2; 3:22-27)