You covered yourself with a cloud that prayer cannot pierce.

How tarnished the gold has become, the finest gold debased! Sacred stones have been scattered at every street corner.

Though the precious people of Zion were like fine gold, how they are valued like clay vessels, the handiwork of a potter!

The guilt of my cherished people surpasses the sin of Sodom, which was overthrown in a moment, without a hand to help her.

None of the kings of the earth would have believed, nor the world's inhabitants, that the adversary and the enemy could have breached the gates of Jerusalem.