Martin’s Lament

Now, Lord, I have come down from the mountain,

down from the mountain top.

I have journeyed from city to city,

And I have seen the iniquity of the cities of the plain.

Evil days are upon me

When I have sought to aid thy suffering servants

Enemies have arisen against me.

Oppressors seek after my soul.

Oh God, How many are them that hate me!