The God of Israel so loves Israel; He calls her the “apple of His eye.” Try to imagine how His heart must break to watch His Beloved suffer. Like a loving parent who must discipline a child, He knows what is best despite His personal pain.
The joy of our heart has ceased;
Our dance has turned into mourning.
The crown has fallen from our head.
Woe to us, for we have sinned!
Because of this our heart is faint;
Because of these things our eyes grow dim;
Because of Mount Zion which is desolate,
With foxes walking about on it.