The final poem gathers the survivors into one voice and lifts a direct prayer, 'Remember, O LORD, what is come upon us,' laying before Him the daily shame of a dispossessed people. They rehearse their inheritance handed to strangers, their fathers gone and themselves left orphans, servants ruling over them, bread won at the peril of the sword, their women ravished and their princes hanged, until they confess, 'The crown is fallen from our head: woe unto us, that we have sinned!' Against that ruin they anchor their hope in the unchanging King, 'Thou, O LORD, remainest for ever; thy throne from generation to generation,' and they plead, 'Turn thou us unto thee, O LORD, and we shall be turned; renew our days as of old.' Ending not in resolution but in trembling petition, the book leaves Judah waiting on the mercy it has confessed, a longing answered at last in the covenant faithfulness of the God who restores His people through Christ.