Their heart cried to the Lord: wall of the daughter of Zion, let tears run down like a river day and night; Give yourself no respite; don't let the apple of your eye cease.

For these things, am, I, weeping, Mine eye, mine eye, is running down with waters, for, far from me, is any who could comfort, could bring back my life, - My sons are amazed, for strong is the foe.

My eye runneth down with rivers of water for the destruction of the daughter of my people.

My eye trickleth down, and ceaseth not, without any intermission,

My eye affecteth my heart because of all the daughters of my city.

He hath trodden his bow like a foe, his right hand erect as an adversary, and hath slain all them who delighted the eye, - In the home of the daughter of Zion, hath he poured out, as fire, his indignation.

Till the Lord's eye is turned on me, till he sees my trouble from heaven.