1 I am a laughingstock To all my people Their mocking song

I was a derision To all the peoples All the day long

2 He shot His arrows into my heart

3 I have become a laughingstock To all my people Mocked by their songs

I was a derision To all the peoples Mocked all day long

4 He shot His arrows into my heart Sons of His quiver, He shot to my heart

5 Na-na na-na-na-na

6 He shot His arrows into my heart Sons of His quiver, shot through the heart

7 And I was to blame, He’s given Me this gall to take, and filled me Full of bitter things, with bitterness

8 I am a laughingstock to All my people Their mocking song

Mac, Lamentations 3:13-15, 2024