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.

Hear, ye, for I groan: none comforting for me: all mine enemies heard my evils: they rejoiced that thou didst: thou broughtest the day thou didst call, and they shall be like me.

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.

Mine eye will bring down streams of water for the breaking of the daughter of my people.

Mine eye flowed and it will not be silent, from no intermission,

Mine eye will glean for my soul for all the daughters of my city.

Hunting, they hunted me as a bird, mine enemies, gratuitously.