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.

He has bent his bow like an enemy: he stood with his right hand as an adversary, and has slain all that were pleasant to the eye in the tent of the daughter of Zion: he poured out his fury like fire.

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

My eye flows down, and ceases not, without any intermission,

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