1And I, Baruch, say this against you, Babylon,
If you had prospered And Zion had dwelt in her glory, Great would have been our grief That you should be equal to Zion. 2 But now our grief is infinite And our lamentation measureless; For lo, you are prosperous And Zion desolate. 3 Who will be the judge concerning these things? Or to whom shall we complain about what has befallen us? O Lord, how hast thou borne it? 4 Our fathers went to their rest without suffering, And the righteous sleep in the earth in peace; 5 For they did not know of this present distress, And had heard nothing about what has befallen us. 6 Would that you had ears, o earth, And that you had a heart, o dust, So that you could go and announce in Sheol, And say to the dead, 7 You are happier than we who are alive!