All who pass by clap their hands at you; they hiss and wag their head at the daughter of Jerusalem, saying, Is this the city which they called the perfection of beauty, the joy of the whole earth?

Arise, cry out in the night. At the beginning of the watches, pour out your heart like water before the face of Jehovah. Lift up your hands toward Him for the life of your children who are faint for hunger in the head of every street.

Waters flowed over my head; then I said, I am cut off.

You have heard my voice; do not hide Your ear at my relief, at my cry for help.

How the gold has become dim; the fine gold has changed! The stones of the sanctuary are poured out at the head of every street.

Our skin is hot like an oven because of the fever heat of famine.

The crown has fallen from our head. Woe now to us! For we have sinned.