The Lord has set at nothing all my mighty men in the midst of me; He has called a solemn assembly against me to crush my young men: The Lord has trodden as in a winepress the virgin daughter of Judah.

Yahweh is righteous; for I have rebelled against his commandment: Please hear all you peoples, and see my sorrow: My virgins and my young men are gone into captivity.

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?

The youth and the old man lie on the ground in the streets; My virgins and my young men are fallen by the sword: You have killed them in the day of your anger; you have slaughtered, [and] not pitied.

I am the man that has seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.

It is good that a man should hope and quietly wait for the salvation of Yahweh.

It is good for a man that he bear the yoke in his youth.

For he does not afflict willingly, nor grieve the children of men.

To turn aside the right of a man before the face of the Most High,

To subvert a man in his cause, the Lord doesn't approve.

Why does a living man complain, a man for the punishment of his sins?

The tongue of the nursing child clings to the roof of his mouth for thirst: The young children ask bread, and no man breaks it to them.

They wander as blind men in the streets, they are polluted with blood, So that men can't touch their garments.

Depart! they cried to them, Unclean! depart, depart, don't touch! When they fled away and wandered, men said among the nations, They shall no more live [here].

We have drunken our water for money; Our wood is sold to us.

The young men bare the mill; The children stumbled under the wood.

The elders have ceased from the gate, The young men from their music.