What shall I testify to you? what shall I liken to you, daughter of Jerusalem? What shall I compare to you, that I may comfort you, virgin daughter of Zion? For your breach is great like the sea: who can heal you?

He has walled me about, that I can't go forth; he has made my chain heavy.

You have covered yourself with a cloud, so that no prayer can pass through.

They wander as blind men in the streets, they are polluted with blood, So that men can't touch their garments.

They hunt our steps, so that we can't go in our streets: Our end is near, our days are fulfilled; for our end is come.