“Is it nothing to all you who pass this way?
Look and see if there is any pain like my pain
Which was severely dealt out to me,
Which the Lord inflicted on the day of His fierce anger.

All who pass along the way
Clap their hands in derision at you;
They hiss and shake their heads
At the daughter of Jerusalem,
“Is this the city of which they said,
‘The perfection of beauty,
A joy to all the earth’?”

He has blocked my ways with hewn stone;
He has made my paths crooked.

He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces;
He has made me desolate.

Let us examine and probe our ways,
And let us return to the Lord.