Her adversaries have become the head, her enemies prosper; for the LORD has afflicted her for the multitude of her transgressions: her young children have gone into captivity before the adversary.

All that pass by clap their hands at you, 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 your heart like water before the face of the Lord. Lift up your hands toward him for the life of your young children, that faint for hunger at the head of every street.

Waters flowed over my head; I said, 'I am finished.'

You heard my voice; do not hide your ear at my sighs, to my cry.

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.

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

The crown is fallen from our head; woe to us, for we have sinned.