It is the Lord's purpose to make waste the wall of the daughter of Zion; his line has been stretched out, he has not kept back his hand from destruction: he has sent sorrow on tower and wall, they have become feeble together.

What example am I to give you? what comparison am I to make for you, O daughter of Jerusalem? what am I to make equal to you, so that I may give you comfort, O virgin daughter of Zion? for your destruction is great like the sea: who is able to make you well?

All who go by make a noise with their hands at you; they make hisses, shaking their heads at the daughter of Jerusalem, and saying, Is this the town which was the crown of everything beautiful, the joy of all the earth?

What protest may a living man make, even a man about the punishment of his sin?

Let us make search and put our ways to the test, turning again to the Lord;

Servants are ruling over us, and there is no one to make us free from their hands.

Make us come back to you, O Lord, and let us be turned; make our days new again as in the past.