Not a song, but a lamentation for this season

My soul is too much Babylon
Weep o prophets of Israel
My soul is too much Babylon
Beneath the eye of Yahweh I drown
My soul is too much Babylon
I would walk, I would run, but
My soul is too much Babylon
So come o Righteous One
Judge me, crush me
Set my soul in Zion

for UriYah Israel, who always reminds me that Babylon has been judged and will come to an end