'My People' in the Bible

My eyes fail with tears; my inward parts ferment; my liver is poured on the ground for the ruin of the daughter of my people, in that the children and the babies faint in the streets of the city.

I was a mockery to all my people, their song all the day.

Streams of water run down my eye for the ruin of the daughter of my people.

Even the jackals draw out the breast; they suckle their young ones. The daughter of my people is cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.

And the iniquity of the daughter of my people is heaped more than the sin of Sodom, overthrown as in a moment, and no hands spun on her.

The hands of the pitying women have boiled their own children; they became their food in the ruin of the daughter of my people.