Their heart cried to LORD. O wall of the daughter of Zion, let tears run down like a river day and night. Give thyself no respite. Let not the apple of thine eye cease.

He has bent his bow like an enemy. He has stood with his right hand as an adversary, and has slain all who were pleasant to the eye. He has poured out his wrath like fire in the tent of the daughter of Zion.

My eye runs down with streams of water, for the destruction of the daughter of my people.

My eye pours down, and does not cease, without any intermission,

My eye stirs my soul, because of all the daughters of my city.