| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Israel Mocked | | Anonymous |
| | | “WHY so sad, thou princely child?” | |
| Moloch’s servants scornfully chide, | |
| Times appear and pass away | |
| Why does son of Jesse hide? | |
| If your God in Heaven’s height | 5 |
| Will bring you to His holy hill | |
| Wherefore then we seek to know | |
| Why His chariots linger still? | |
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| I hoped that all my foes | |
| Would see my swift redemption; | 10 |
| But they mock and say: “Away as a cloud | |
| It passeth; no hope is left for thee.” | |
| I hearken shame-filled, and my tears | |
| Flow unresistingly. | | | | |
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