^{3 Ref} Lift up Thy steps to the perpetual desolations, Everything the enemy did wickedly in the sanctuary.

^{4 Ref} Roared have thine adversaries, In the midst of Thy meeting-places, They have set their ensigns as ensigns.

^{5 Ref} He is known as one bringing in on high Against a thicket of wood -- axes.

^{6 Ref} And now, its carvings together With axe and hatchet they break down,

^{7 Ref} They have sent into fire Thy sanctuary, to the earth they polluted the tabernacle of Thy name,

^{8 Ref} They said in their hearts, `Let us oppress them together,' They did burn all the meeting-places of God in the land.

^{9 Ref} Our ensigns we have not seen, There is no more a prophet, Nor with us is one knowing how long.

^{10 Ref} Till when, O God, doth an adversary reproach? Doth an enemy despise thy name for ever?

^{11 Ref} Why dost Thou turn back Thy hand, Even Thy right hand? From the midst of Thy bosom remove `it'.