For these I am weeping, My eye, my eye, is running down with waters, For, far from me hath been a comforter, Refreshing my soul, My sons have been desolate, For mighty hath been an enemy.

I called for my lovers, they -- they have deceived me, My priests and my elders in the city have expired; When they have sought food for themselves, Then they give back their soul.

To their mothers they say, 'Where are corn and wine?' In their becoming feeble as a pierced one In the broad places of the city, In their soul pouring itself out into the bosom of their mothers.

Arise, cry aloud in the night, At the beginning of the watches. Pour out as water thy heart, Over against the face of the Lord, Lift up unto Him thy hands, for the soul of thine infants, Who are feeble with hunger at the head of all out-places.

And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.

Remember well, and bow down doth my soul in me.

My portion is Jehovah, hath my soul said, Therefore I hope for Him.

Good is Jehovah to those waiting for Him, To the soul that seeketh Him.

My eye affecteth my soul, Because of all the daughters of my city.

Thou hast pleaded, O Lord, the pleadings of my soul, Thou hast redeemed my life.