They have heard that I groan; there is none to comfort me. All my enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that you have done it. Bring the day that you have proclaimed, so that they shall end up like me.

How the Lord covered the daughter of Zion with a cloud in his anger. He has cast down from heaven to the earth the splendor of Israel, and hasn't remembered his footstool in the day of his anger.

The LORD has done that which he purposed, he has fulfilled his word that he commanded in the days of old. He has thrown down, and has not pitied. He has caused the enemy to gloat over you and exalted the horn of your adversaries.

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

How the gold has become dim. How the most pure gold has changed. The stones of the sanctuary are poured out at the head of every street.

The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, How they are regarded as clay jars, the work of the hands of the potter.

Our eyes still fail, looking in vain for our help. In our watching we have watched for a nation that could not save.

Rejoice and be glad, daughter of Edom, that dwell in the land of Uz. The cup shall pass through to you also; you will get drunk, and shall make yourself naked.