Her adversaries are become the head, her enemies prosper; For Jehovah hath afflicted her for the multitude of her transgressions: Her young children are gone into captivity before the adversary.

All that pass by clap their hands at thee; They hiss and wag their head at the daughter of Jerusalem,'saying , Is this the city that men 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 thy heart like water before the face of the Lord: Lift up thy hands toward him for the life of thy young children, that faint for hunger at the head of every street.

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

Thou heardest my voice; hide not thine ear at my breathing, at my cry.

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

Our skin is black like an oven, Because of the burning heat of famine.

The crown is fallen from our head: Woe unto us! for we have sinned.