Drop down dew, ye heavens,
from above,
and let the clouds rain
the Just One.
Be not angry, O Lord,
and remember no longer
our iniquity:
Behold the city of thy sanctuary
is become a desert,
Sion is made a desert.
Jerusalem is desolate,
the house of our holiness and of thy glory,
where our fathers praised thee...
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