My eyes fail with tears, my heart is troubled, my liver is poured upon the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because the young sons and the sucklings faint in the streets of the city.

Their heart cried to LORD. O wall of the daughter of Zion, let tears run down like a river day and night. Give thyself no respite. Let not the apple of thine eye cease.

Arise, cry out in the night, at the beginning of the watches. Pour out thy heart like water before the face of LORD. Lift up thy hands toward him for the life of thy young sons, who faint for hunger at the head of every street.

Let us lift up our heart with our hands to God in the heavens.

Thou heard my voice. Hide not thine ear at my breathing, at my cry.

Thou have heard their reproach, O LORD, and all their devices against me,

Thou will give them hardness of heart, thy curse to them.

The joy of our heart is ceased, our dance is turned into mourning.

For this our heart is faint. For these things our eyes are dim,