9. The people of Babylon opened and said, “How lonely sits the city.” It is written, “For it is a day of tumult and trampling for the Lord.” The Creator has one day, which is His beloved one, and which includes all other days. Six days are included in it, and it is the entirety of all of them. It is the Yesod in which the six days HGT NHY of ZA are included. And because the iniquities increased, it departed above, to the everlasting home of the living, to ZA, who is adhered to Bina.
10. Then, under the edge of the tabernacle, the end of Malchut, the bitter day has arisen, the day of weeping, day of sorrow, a day that is called “tumult and trampling,” the Sitra Achra, and entered into the tabernacle, and corrupted and defiled. And the master of the tabernacle, Malchut, went and fled, and was banished from her dwelling to the mountain outside, and to the destroyed mountain, and the destroyed tabernacle.
11. Afterwards, that upper day, Yesod, descended, meaning departed, asked about His dwelling place, and behold, it is ruined. It entered and looked at the master of the tabernacle, the queen, his soul’s beloved one, and she is banished and has fled, and her entire construction has been concealed. At that time, he began to bellow, bellow after bellow like the growling of the rooster after its female, as it is written, “crowing to the wall.” “Crowing” means growling like a rooster. “Wall” means master, ruler.
12a. “And of crying to the mountain”: He lets out an outcry and cries out to the mountain, where the queen has escaped. He lets out an outcry and shouts and calls out with a groaning of weeping, “How.” How, my soul’s beloved one; how, my dove, my perfect one; how, my only one, who united with me in unification; how, she who would take each day the twenty-five letters of the unification in the verse, “Hear O Israel,” for which she is called Kaf-Hey [25 in Gematria, Koh].
12b. My sister, my mother’s daughter, where did you go? Where are you going? We, the people of Babylon, who hear each day that crowing of our master, we deserve to cry, we deserve to mourn, we deserve to open with “How,” “How lonely sits the city.”