The Night is coming, the Night is coming
O Jacob, how my heart burns for you!
The remnant of Jacob—like dew from heaven,
Like a lion among the beasts of the forest
Like fishers of men
Like hunters of animals
You went to sleep on a stone!
He appeared like a thief, in the night, and you didn’t see it coming.
The unutterable trouble, a strike to the hollow of the thigh
“O my people, what have I done to you? How have I wearied you? Answer me!”
Now shall we lament.
Do the works of him who called you while it is day,
for Night is coming in which you will be able to do no work.