The destruction of the Temple was from the Divine,

There were no figs on trees, or grapes on vines.

When Israel's harsh fate was sealed,

Corpses fell like dung on fields.

Seek Hashem when he can be found and call on him when he is near,

In place of a thornbush, a cypress will appear.

The barren one shouldn't say he is a shriveled tree,

The dispersed of Israel will gather, as we'll see!