הִנֵּה־ק֞וֹל שַֽׁוְעַ֣ת בַּת־עַמִּ֗י מֵאֶ֙רֶץ֙ מַרְחַקִּ֔ים הַֽיהוָה֙ אֵ֣ין בְּצִיּ֔וֹן אִם־מַלְכָּ֖הּ אֵ֣ין בָּ֑הּ מַדּ֗וּעַ הִכְעִס֛וּנִי בִּפְסִלֵיהֶ֖ם בְּהַבְלֵ֥י נֵכָֽר׃
Narito, ang tinig ng daing ng anak na babae ng aking bayan mula sa malayong lupain: “Wala ba ang Walang-Hanggan sa Zion? Wala ba sa kanya ang kanyang Hari?” “Bakit nila Ako ginalit sa pamamagitan ng kanilang mga inukit na diyus-diyusan, sa pamamagitan ng walang-kabuluhang mga diyos ng ibang bayan?”
Tze'enah Ure'enah
“Hark, the outcry of my poor” [8:19]. He laments that Israel shouted out of fear of the nations who were distant. Israel thought, is there not someone in Zion who will help us? The Holy One responded: why should you rely on Me that I should protect you? You worshiped foreign gods; let them help you.
Rashi
Hark the voice...the cry of the daughter of My people I hear that eventually they will cry from a distant land, but why is all this necessary? Is not the Lord in Zion? If they return to Him, He will allow Himself to be found by them.