Her gates are sunk into the ground. He has destroyed and broken her bars. Her king and her rulers are among the nations where the law is not. Yea, her prophets find no vision from LORD.

See, O LORD, and behold to whom thou have done thus! Shall the women eat their fruit, the sons who are dandled in the hands? Shall the priest and the prophet be slain in the sanctuary of LORD?

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

They are new every morning. Great is thy faithfulness.

They have chased me grievously like a bird, those who are my enemies without cause.

How the gold has become dim, the most pure gold changed! The stones of the sanctuary are poured out at the head of every street.

The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, how they are esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!

Those who fed luxuriously are desolate in the streets. Those who were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.

Their visage is blacker than a coal. They are not known in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones. It is withered. It has become like a stick.

Those who are slain with the sword are better than those who are slain with hunger, for these pine away, stricken through, for want of the fruits of the field.

They wander as blind men in the streets. They are polluted with blood, so that men cannot touch their garments.

They hunt our steps, so that we cannot go in our streets. Our end is near, our days are fulfilled, for our end has come.

We are orphans and fatherless. Our mothers are as widows.

Our pursuers are upon our necks. We are weary, and have no rest.

Our fathers sinned, and are not, and we have borne their iniquities.

For this our heart is faint. For these things our eyes are dim,

But thou have utterly rejected us. Thou are very angry against us.