My eyes fail with tears, my heart is troubled, my liver is poured upon the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because the young sons and the sucklings faint in the streets of the city.

[It is of] LORD's loving kindnesses that we are not consumed, because his compassions do not fail.

Let him sit alone and keep silence, because he has laid it upon him.

My eye stirs my soul, because of all the daughters of my city.

[It is] because of the sins of her prophets, [and] the iniquities of her priests, who have shed the blood of the just in the midst of her.

We get our bread at the peril of our lives, because of the sword of the wilderness.

Our skin is black like an oven, because of the burning heat of famine.