Declare to me, you whom my soul loves, where do you pasture? Where do you lie down at noon with your flock? And why should I be like one covered up beside the flocks of your companions?
There is no one who calls on Your name, who stirs up himself to take hold of You; for You have hidden Your face from us and have consumed us because of our iniquities.
Run to and fro through the streets of Jerusalem, see now and know; seek in the open places if you can find a man, if there is any who executes justice, who seeks the truth, that I may pardon her.