'My People' in the Bible

My eyes do fail with tears, my heart is troubled; My liver is poured on the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, Because the young children and the infants swoon in the streets of the city.

I am become a derision to all my people, and their song all the day.

My eye runs down with streams of water, for the destruction of the daughter of my people.

Even the jackals draw out the breast, they nurse their young ones: The daughter of my people has become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.

For the iniquity of the daughter of my people is greater than the sin of Sodom, That was overthrown as in a moment, and no hands were laid on her.

The hands of the pitiful women have boiled their own children; They were their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people.