Mu thimchioll fòs Ierusaleim,
dhòirt iad am fuil mar uisg':
Is cha robh neach g'an adhlacadh
's g'an cur 's an uaigh an taisg.

Ball fanoid agus maslaidh sinn
d'ar coimhearsnachaibh féin:
Cùis spòrs' is mhagaidh do gach neach
a ta mar cuairt gu léir.

Their blood have they shed like water round about Jerusalem;
and there was none to bury them.

We are become a reproach to our neighbours,
a scorn and derision to them that are round about us.