“For these things I weep;
My eyes run down with water;
Because far from me is a comforter,
One who restores my soul.
My children are desolate
Because the enemy has prevailed.”

My soul has been rejected from peace;
I have forgotten happiness.

Surely my soul remembers
And is bowed down within me.

“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“Therefore I have hope in Him.”

My eyes bring pain to my soul
Because of all the daughters of my city.

O Lord, You have pleaded my soul’s cause;
You have redeemed my life.