Why hath my beloved wrought many iniquities
in Mine house?
Righteous art Thou O Lord,
and I plead with Thee:
Thou art near in their mouth and far from their reins.
Pull them out like sheep for the shambles,
and prepare them for the day of slaughter.
How long shall the land mourn,
and the herb of every field wither,
for the wickedness of them that dwell therein?
Come, ye, assemble yourselves together,
all ye beasts of the field, hasten to devour.
Many pastors have destroyed My vineyard,
they have trodden my portion under foot,
they have made my pleasant portion a desolate wilderness.
They have made it desolate,
and [being desolate] it mourneth unto Me.
With desolation is the whole land made desolate
because there is no man that considereth in his heart.
Tuesday of Holy Week.]