And all her glory has gone from the daughter of Zion: her rulers have become like harts with no place for food, and they have gone in flight without strength before the attacker.

From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.

For these things I am weeping; my eye is streaming with water; because the comforter who might give me new life is far from me: my children are made waste, because the hater is strong.

How has the daughter of Zion been covered with a cloud by the Lord in his wrath! he has sent down from heaven to earth the glory of Israel, and has not kept in memory the resting-place of his feet in the day of his wrath.

And he has violently taken away his tent, as from a garden; he has made waste his meeting-place: the Lord has taken away the memory of feast and Sabbath in Zion, and in the passion of his wrath he is against king and priest.

The Lord has given up his altar and has been turned in hate from his holy place; he has given up into the hands of the attacker the walls of her great houses: their voices have been loud in the house of the Lord as in the day of a holy meeting.

It is the Lord's purpose to make waste the wall of the daughter of Zion; his line has been stretched out, he has not kept back his hand from destruction: he has sent sorrow on tower and wall, they have become feeble together.

Her doors have gone down into the earth; he has sent destruction on her locks: her king and her princes are among the nations where the law is not; even her prophets have had no vision from the Lord.

My soul is sent far away from peace, I have no more memory of good.

And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.

Do not evil and good come from the mouth of the Most High?

Rivers of water are running down from my eyes, for the destruction of the daughter of my people.

Till the Lord's eye is turned on me, till he sees my trouble from heaven.

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

Her holy ones were cleaner than snow, they were whiter than milk, their bodies were redder than corals, their form was as the sapphire:

Servants are ruling over us, and there is no one to make us free from their hands.

Our skin is heated like an oven because of our burning heat from need of food.

The crown has been taken from our head: sorrow is ours, for we are sinners.

Why have we gone from your memory for ever? why have you been turned away from us for so long?