The responsible men of the daughter of Zion are seated on the earth without a word; they have put dust on their heads, they are clothed in haircloth: the heads of the virgins of Jerusalem are bent down to the earth.

By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.

Let him put his mouth in the dust, if by chance there may be hope.

Those who were used to feasting on delicate food are wasted in the streets: those who as children were dressed in purple are stretched out on the dust.