All her people sigh; they seek bread. They have given their desirable things for food to relieve the soul. See, O Jehovah, and look on me, for I have become vile.

Jehovah has cast off His altar; He rejected His sanctuary; He has given up the walls of her palaces into the hater's hand. They gave a noise in the house of Jehovah, as a day of meeting.

Their heart cried to Jehovah. O wall of the daughter of Zion, let tears run down like a torrent day and night; give yourself no rest. Let not the daughter of your eye cease.

He gives his cheek to Him who strikes him; he is filled with reproach.

You will give them dullness of heart, Your curse on them.

We are pursued on our necks; we grow weary; rest is not given to us.

We have given the hand to Egypt, to Assyria, to be satisfied with bread.