MOREOVER, I, Baruk, say this against you, Babel: If you had prospered, and Tsiyon had dwelt in her glory, yet the grief to us had been great that you should be equal to Tsiyon.
But now, lo! the grief is infinite, and the lamentation measureless, for lo! you are prospered and Tsiyon desolate.
Who will be judge regarding these things? Or to whom shall we complain regarding that which has befallen us? O Yahuah, how have you borne it?
Our fathers went to rest without grief and lo! the righteous sleep in the earth in tranquility.
For they knew not this anguish, nor yet had they heard of that which had befallen us.
Would that you had ears, O earth, and that you had a heart, O dust, that ye might go and announce in She'ol, and say to the dead:
Blessed are ye more than we who live.