Come to me, all you who go by! Keep your eyes on me, and see if there is any pain like the pain of my wound, which the Lord has sent on me in the day of his burning wrath.

All who go by make a noise with their hands at you; they make hisses, shaking their heads at the daughter of Jerusalem, and saying, Is this the town which was the crown of everything beautiful, the joy of all the earth?

Let your cry go up to the Lord: O wall of the daughter of Zion, let your weeping be flowing down like a stream day and night; give yourself no rest, let not your eyes keep back the drops of sorrow.

By him I have been made to go in the dark where there is no light.

He has put a wall round me, so that I am not able to go out; he has made great the weight of my chain.

It is good to go on hoping and quietly waiting for the salvation of the Lord.

You will go after them in wrath, and put an end to them from under the heavens of the Lord.

To the kings of the earth and to all the people of the world it did not seem possible that the attackers and the haters would go into the doors of Jerusalem.

They go after our steps so that we may not go in our streets: our end is near, our days are numbered; for our end has come.

Because of the mountain of Zion which is a waste; jackals go over it.