| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Ee-Chovoud | | By S. R. Hirsch |
| | | HOW long, O Lord! how long, | |
| Lonely and sad ’mid the world’s great throng, | |
| Shall we of the waters of bitterness drink? | |
| Our cup is filled with gall to the brink; | |
| Our shoulders are bent and our foreheads bowed, | 5 |
| Ine covoud lonoo, ee-chovoud. | |
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| Ee-chovoud, Lord, ee-chovoud! | |
| Thy beautiful world is to us as a shroud; | |
| For our feet no earth, for our breath no air, | |
| Wrong and contumely our daily fare, | 10 |
| Thou Raiser of lowly, Righter of wrong, | |
| How long, O Lord, oh! how long? | |
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| How long? Lord, how long | |
| Shall the weak lie under the wheel of the strong? | |
| God of justice, and love and grace | 15 |
| Find for Thy homeless a resting-place. | |
| Black waters surround us, our sky is in cloud, | |
| Ine covoud lonoo, ee-chovoud. | |
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| Ee-chovoud, Father, ee-chovoud! | |
| In that word all our wrongs and our sufferings crowd, | 20 |
| Thou hast promised the clouds shall rend and lift, | |
| Make, God of the mighty and helpless, a rift! | |
| Keep our souls from fainting, our faith hold strong, | |
| For ’tis long, O Father; oh, how long! | | | | |
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