{Tet} Her skirts are defiled, she remembered not what would follow: therefore is her fall so great, and there is no man to comfort her. O LORD, consider my trouble, for my enemy hath the upper hand.

{Tet} Her ports are cast down to the ground, her bars are broken and smitten in sunder: her king and princes are carried away to the gentiles. They have neither law nor Prophets, nor yet any vision from the LORD.

{Khaf} Mine eyes begin to fail me through weeping, my body is disquieted, my liver is poured upon the earth, for the great hurt of my people, seeing the children and babes did swoon in the streets of the city.

He hath set me in darkness, as they that be dead forever.

{Tet} O how good is the LORD unto them that put their trust in him, and to the soul that seeketh after him?

{Tet} They that be slain with the sword, are happier than such as die of hunger, and perish away famishing for the fruits of the field.