29/01/2026
๐๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ด ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ค๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฉ
That was once full of my people
You who was once the princess of the people
Have now become a slave
They all pass by
For they loathe her in their hearts
She is stricken
She is desolate
Is there any sorrow like my sorrow?
My eyes are red
My heart is pierced with grief
My cup has spilled unto the ground
Our blood has been spilt for your name
My heart cries out to you, why have you forsaken us?
We, who took your word and spread it to foreign lands
You, who we left everything for to embrace your Holy Name
Our people are massacred
Our men have been shot unarmed
Our women have been abducted
Their wombs have been slashed
Our young girls have been defiled, and
March naked in front of our oppressors for their amusement
Our children have been tramped
Our priests have been beheaded
Our Holy books have been used to burn the bodies of the massacred
Because of this, the joy of our heart has ceased
Our dancing has turned into mourning
The crown has fallen from our heads, and
The spear has disappeared from our mighty arm
My eyes overflow with tears for the destruction of the daughter of our people
I am down in the lowest pit
We are forgotten
We are neglected
We have wounds without cause
I ask you all, wake up!
Cry out in the night, pour out your heart
Beseech of the mighty one to save
Lift your arms up towards Heaven
Please do not forget us
Remember what has come upon us
For we are as old as the land itself
Our land has been turned over
Look, behold our shame
Our inheritance has been turned over to our oppressors
We have become like orphans and widows within our own land
But, I will wait! I will seek!
Through His mercies we are not consumed
His compassion does not fail us
They are a new every morning
You are faithful, you are my portion
For my hope is in you
Not in our strength, or our might
We will hold onto your promise
โBlessed be Assyria
The work of my Handsโ
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