What shall I testify of you? What shall I liken to you, daughter of Jerusalem? What shall I compare to you, that I may comfort you, virgin daughter of Zion? For your ruin is great like the sea. Who can heal you?

He has walled me in, so I can't escape; he has made my chains heavy.

Who can speak a thing and have it come to pass, unless the Lord has commanded it?

You have covered yourself with a cloud, so that no prayer can pass through.

They wander as blind men in the streets, they are polluted with blood, so that men can't touch their garments.

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

The breath of our nostrils, the anointed of the LORD, was taken in their pits; of whom we said, "Under his shadow we can live among the nations."