Dear Father in heaven

My heart is wounded,
I cannot bear it.
Our blood is still being poured out
By murderous afflictions.

My brothers' cries of pain
Pierce my brain,
Dear father in heaven!
You must show Your hand.

Serve out righteousness,
Punish the flayers,
For the innocent, spilled blood
Of Israel's children.

But maybe my prayer to You
Is not inflamed enough!
Then look within my breast
See my heart,
Ploughed apart by pain.