in the 21st century of exile:

appoint the sun by day. decree the moon and stars to shine by night. stir up the sea (so that its waves roar).

the law is in our minds and written in our hearts. our cause is defended, a sword against the babylonians. wail over her.
for the day is near: a day of clouds a time of doom, in desolate lands with a net casted over us, hauling us all up into the net--thrown to land, hurled upon open field.
the birds will settle upon us.
and we will be appaled by our kings. and we will be appaled by our kings. and we will be appaled by our kings. and we will be appaled by our kings. and we will be appaled by our kings. and we will be appaled by our kings. and we will be appaled by our kings.
and we will set up a new city.
and we will look upon the clouds from our fields. and we will look upon the clouds from our fields.
every eye will see.
every eye will see.