Judah has gone into captivity because of affliction, and because of great servitude: she dwells among the nations, she finds no rest: all her persecutors overtook her in her distress.

The roads to Zion do mourn, because none come to the solemn feasts: all her gates are desolate: her priests sigh, her virgins are afflicted, and she is in bitterness.

Jerusalem has grievously sinned; therefore she is removed: all that honored her despise her, because they have seen her nakedness: yea, she sighs, and turns away.

For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.

My eyes do fail with tears, my soul is troubled, my heart is poured upon the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because the children and the infants faint in the streets of the city.

It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.

He sits alone and keeps silence, because he has borne it upon him.

My eye affects my heart because of all the daughters of my city.

We got our bread at the peril of our lives because of the sword in the wilderness.

Our skin was black like an oven because of the terrible famine.

Because of the mountain of Zion, which is desolate, the foxes walk upon it.