Judah has gone into exile because of affliction and harsh servitude; she dwells among the nations, she finds no rest: all her persecutors overtook her in the midst of her distress.

The roads to Zion mourn, because no one comes to the solemn assembly; all her gates are desolate, her priests groan: her virgins are afflicted, and she herself is in bitterness.

Jerusalem has grievously sinned; therefore she has become as an unclean thing; all who honored her despise her, because they have seen her nakedness: yes, she groans, and turns away.

For these things I weep; my eyes, my eyes flow with tears; because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me. My children are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.

My eyes are worn out from weeping, my stomach is churning. My heart is poured on the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because the young children and the infants faint in the streets of the city.

Streams of tears run down from my eyes because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.

My eyes bring my soul grief, because of all the daughters of my city.

It is because of the sins of her prophets, and the iniquities of her priests, that 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 in the wilderness.

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