[Watchman] Is it nothing to you who pass by the road? Do you measure the ruin, or hurry toward home? Look and see whether sorrow has a twin, [Answer] Fire in the bones, a net at the feet, A yoke made of choices too heavy to lift. The winepress turns where the armies came in. [Watchman] No comforter near, both hands in the air, Allies were names that dissolved under fear. The LORD is righteous; the city confesses, [Answer] Rebellion grew fruit and the harvest is bitter. Yet those who rejoice are not hidden from sight, Their evil also waits in the court of the Right. [Bridge] Many are my sighs and faint is my heart; Is it nothing to you as you pass and depart? [Final Chorus] Look and see whether sorrow has a twin, The winepress turns where the armies came in. Many are my sighs and faint is my heart;