[Verse 1] My heart is faint within me for the hurt of my people. From a far country the daughter of Zion cries: Is not the LORD in Zion; is not her king in her? Why have graven images moved him to anger? The harvest is past, the summer is ended, And we are not saved. [Refrain] For the wound of my people am I wounded; I mourn, astonishment has taken hold. Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why then is health not recovered? [Verse 2] O that my head were waters, And mine eyes a fountain of tears, That I might weep day and night for the slain. O for a lodging place in the wilderness, That I might leave a people bent on treachery. [Refrain] For the wound of my people am I wounded; I mourn, astonishment has taken hold. Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why then is health not recovered? [Bridge] They bend their tongues like bows for lies; From evil to evil they pass and know me not. Brother deceives brother, neighbor walks with slanders; The mouth speaks peace while the heart lays an ambush. Their habitation stands in the midst of deceit. [Outro] I will melt and try them; How else shall I do for the daughter of my people? Shall I not visit for these things? Shall not my soul be avenged on such a nation?