May your right hand wither for forgetting Jerusalem
May your tongue cleave to the roof of your mouth
For you are hollow, foaming over with prattling sound
Meaningless echoes that from your empty self rebound

For only yesterday, and yes, this very morn'
You invoked its holy name and raised its sacred flame
When was it when you celebrated your deceit
When you vowed, or when you began a traitor's game?