She bitterly weeps in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks; among all her lovers, she has none to comfort her. All her friends have dealt deceitfully with her; they became her enemies.

The roads of Zion mourn without any going to the appointed feasts. All her gates are deserted; her priests sigh; her virgins are afflicted, and she is in bitterness.

Her enemies have become as chief; her haters are at ease; for Jehovah has afflicted her for the multitude of her sins. Her children have gone, captive before the enemy.

For these I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water, because the comforter who could refresh my soul is far from me. My sons are desolated because the enemy prevails.

They hear that I sigh; there is none to comfort me. All my enemies have heard my evil; they are glad that You have done it. You will bring the day that You have called, and they shall be like me.

Let all their wickedness come before You; and do to them as You have done to me for all my transgressions. For my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.

Her gates have sunk in the ground; He has destroyed and broken her bars. Her kings and her rulers are among the nations. The Law is no more; also her prophets also find no vision from Jehovah.

The elders of the daughter of Zion sit upon the ground and are silent; they send up dust on their heads; they gird on sackcloth. The virgins of Jerusalem hang down their heads to the ground.

They say to their mothers, Where are grain and wine? In their fainting they are like the wounded in the streets of the city, in their pouring out their lives to their mothers' bosom.

Arise, cry out in the night. At the beginning of the watches, pour out your heart like water before the face of Jehovah. Lift up your hands toward Him for the life of your children who are faint for hunger in the head of every street.

He walled up my ways with cut stone; my paths are crooked.

And I said, My strength and my hope from Jehovah are gone.

It is by Jehovah's kindnesses that we are not destroyed, because His mercies never fail.

They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.

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

The precious sons of Zion are weighed against pure gold; how they are counted as earthen vessels, the work of a potter's hand!

Those who ate delicacies are desolate in the streets; those reared in scarlet embrace dunghills.

Their appearance is blacker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets; their skin has shriveled on their bones; it is dried up; it has become like wood.

Better are the ones slain by the sword than the ones slain by hunger; those who pine away, pierced because the fruits of my fields failed.

they reeled blind in the streets; they are defiled with blood, so that not any can touch their clothes.

While we are, our eyes fail, for our help is vain; in our watching we have watched for a nation; it does not save.

We are orphans and fatherless; our mothers are as widows.

We are pursued on our necks; we grow weary; rest is not given to us.

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

Our heart is faint for this; our eyes are dim for these things.

unless You have utterly rejected us; You are very angry against us.