(Dalet) The roads to Zion mourn because no one travels to the festivals. All her city gates are deserted; her priests groan. Her virgins grieve; she is in bitter anguish!

He has besieged and surrounded me with bitter hardship.

He has given me my fill of bitter herbs and made me drunk with bitterness.

(Zayin) Remember my impoverished and homeless condition, which is a bitter poison.

(Bet) The precious sons of Zion were worth their weight in gold -- Alas! -- but now they are treated like broken clay pots, made by a potter.

(Tet) Those who died by the sword are better off than those who die of hunger, those who waste away, struck down from lack of food.