Weeping, she will weep in the night, and her tears upon her cheeks: no comfort to her from all loving her: all her friends dealt faithlessly with her, they were to her for enemies.

Her adversaries were for head, her enemies were secure; for Jehovah afflicted her for the multitude of her transgressions: her children went into captivity before the face of him pressing.

From the daughter of Zion all her decoration went forth: her chiefs were as rams; they found not feed, and they went without strength before him pursuing.

Jerusalem remembered the days of her affliction and her wanderings, all her delights which were from the days of old in the falling of her people into the hand of the enemy, and none helping for her: the adversaries saw her; they laughed at her calamities.

For these I weep; mine eye, mine eye will go down with water, for he comforting turning back my soul, removed far off from me: my sons were desolations, for the enemy prevailed.

See, O Jehovah; for straits to me: my bowels were in a ferment; my heart turned in my midst; for embittering, I embittered: without, the sword bereaved; in the house, as death.

They sat upon the earth; the old men of the daughter of Zion were silent; they brought up the dust upon their head: they girded on sackcloth: the virgins of Jerusalem brought down their head to the earth.

Mine eyes failed with tears, my bowels were in a ferment, my liver was poured out to the earth, upon the breaking of the daughter of my people; in the fainting of the child and suckling in the wide places of the city.

To their mothers will they say, Where the grain and wine? in their languishing as the wounded in the broad places of the city, in the pouring out of their soul into their mothers bosom.

He bent his bow, he will set me up as a mark for the arrow.

The mercies of Jehovah are that we were not consumed, for his compassions were not finished.

We will search out our ways, and examine and turn back even to Jehovah.

We will lift up our hearts upon the hands to God in the heavens.

All our enemies opened their mouth against us.

Fear and a snare were to us, desolation and breaking

Waters were spread over my head; I said I was cut off.

Thou heardest my voice: thou wilt not hide thine ear at my breathing, at my cry.

The precious sons of Zion being lifted up with fine gold, how they were reckoned for earthen vessels, the work of the hands of the potter.

They eating for dainties were desolate in the streets: they trusting upon scarlet embraced dung hills.

Her consecrated ones were pure above snow, they were white above milk, they were red of body above pearls, their figure sapphire:

Their form dark above blackness; they were not known in the streets: their skin adhered to their bones; it was dried up, it was as wood.

Those wounded by the sword were good above those wounded by famine: these will flow away, being thrust through from the produce of the field.

The hands of compassionate women boiled their children: they were for food to them in the breaking of the daughter of my people.

The blind were shaken in the streets, they were stained with blood, so that they shall not be able to touch upon their garments.

Remove the unclean one, call to them; remove, remove, ye shall not touch: for they were laid waste; they were shaken, say ye, among the nations: they shall not add to sojourn.

Continuing, yet our eyes will fail, for our help in vain: in our watching we watched for a nation it will not save us.

They hunted our steps from going in our broad places: our end drew near, our days were completed; for our end came.

They pursuing us were swift above the eagle of the heavens: they burned after us upon the mountains, they laid wait for us in the desert

The spirit of our nostrils, the Messiah of Jehovah was taken in their pits, of whom we said, Under his shadow we shall live among the nations.

Remember, O Jehovah, what was to us: look and see our reproach.

Our inheritance was turned to strangers, our houses to foreigners.

We were orphans, no father; our mothers as widows.

We drank our water for silver; our wood will come for a price.

Upon our necks were we pursued: we labored and no rest to us.

Our fathers sinned, they are not; we bore their iniquities.

With our souls we shall bring our bread from the face of the sword of the desert

Our skin was scorched as a furnace from the face of the violent heat of famine.

Chiefs were hung by their hand: the faces of old men were not honored.

They took away the chosen ones to grind, and the young men were weak in the wood.

The joy of our heart ceased; our dance was turned to mourning.

The crown of our head fell: wo! now to us, for we sinned.

For this our heart was languid; for this our eyes were darkened.

Turn us back, O Jehovah, to thee, and we shall be turned; renew our days as of old.