In her skirts were her unclean ways; she gave no thought to her end; and her fall has been a wonder; she has no comforter: see her sorrow, O Lord; for the attacker is lifted up.

A watch is kept on my sins; they are joined together by his hand, they have come on to my neck; he has made my strength give way: the Lord has given me up into the hands of those against whom I have no power.

The Lord has given up to destruction all the living-places of Jacob without pity; pulling down in his wrath the strong places of the daughter of Judah, stretching out on the earth the wounded, even her king and her rulers.

The Lord has given up his altar and has been turned in hate from his holy place; he has given up into the hands of the attacker the walls of her great houses: their voices have been loud in the house of the Lord as in the day of a holy meeting.

The Lord has done that which was his purpose; he has put into force the orders which he gave in the days which are past; pulling down without pity, he has made your hater glad over you, lifting up the horn of those who were against you.

Let your cry go up to the Lord: O wall of the daughter of Zion, let your weeping be flowing down like a stream day and night; give yourself no rest, let not your eyes keep back the drops of sorrow.

Up! give cries in the night, at the starting of the night-watches; let your heart be flowing out like water before the face of the Lord, lifting up your hands to him for the life of your young children who are falling down, feeble for need of food, at the top of every street.

My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.

He has put up a wall against me, shutting me in with bitter sorrow.

Even when I send up a cry for help, he keeps my prayer shut out.

He has put up a wall of cut stones about my ways, he has made my roads twisted.

For the Lord does not give a man up for ever.

Lifting up our hearts with our hands to God in the heavens.

O Lord, you have taken up the cause of my soul, you have made my life safe.

The lips of those who came up against me, and their thoughts against me all the day.

Take note of them when they are seated, and when they get up; I am their song.

Those who have been put to the sword are better off than those whose death is caused by need of food; for these come to death slowly, burned up like the fruit of the field.

Our heritage is given up to men of strange lands, our houses to those who are not our countrymen.

But you have quite given us up; you are full of wrath against us.