The prayer begins with a petition: remember, O Lord, what has befallen us; look, and see our disgrace. Our inheritance has been turned over to strangers, our homes to foreigners. We have become fatherless orphans, and our mothers are like widows. We must pay for the water we drink, and our wood is sold to us. With a yoke on our necks we are hard driven; we are weary and find no rest. We have given the hand to Egypt and to Assyria to get bread.
The people acknowledge that their fathers sinned and are no more, and that they bear their punishment. Slaves rule over us, and there is none to deliver us from their hand. We get our bread at the peril of our lives, because of the sword in the wilderness. Our skin is hot as an oven with the burning heat of famine. Women were violated in Zion, and virgins in the towns of Judah. Princes were hung up by their hands, and no respect was shown to the elders. Young men were set to grind, and boys stagger under loads of wood.
The elders have left the city gate, the young men their music. The joy of our hearts has ceased, and our dancing has turned to mourning. The crown has fallen from our head: woe to us, for we have sinned. For this our heart is sick, and our eyes have grown dim, for Mount Zion which lies desolate, where foxes prowl over it.
Then the tone changes with an affirmation of faith: you, O Lord, reign forever; your throne endures from generation to generation. The people ask why he forgets them forever and forsakes them for so many days. They plead: restore us to yourself, O Lord, that we may be restored; renew our days as of old. The book ends with a question: or have you utterly rejected us, and are you exceedingly angry with us?