Israel Mocked

“WHY so sad, thou princely child?”

Moloch’s servants scornfully chide,

Times appear and pass away

Why does son of Jesse hide?

If your God in Heaven’s height

Will bring you to His holy hill

Wherefore then we seek to know

Why His chariots linger still?

I hoped that all my foes

Would see my swift redemption;

But they mock and say: “Away as a cloud

It passeth; no hope is left for thee.”

I hearken shame-filled, and my tears

Flow unresistingly.