My eyes run with rivers of tears over the destruction of my cherished people.

Water closed over my head, and I said, "I'm a dead man."

Our steps were closely stalked, so we couldn't travel on our own streets. Our end is near, our days are over; indeed, our end has come.

Our pursuers were swifter than soaring eagles; they pursued us over the mountains, lying in wait for us in the wilderness.

Our inheritance has been turned over to strangers, and our homes to foreigners.

Slaves rule over us, and no one delivers us from their control.