My eyes fail from weeping,1 I am in torment within,2 my heart3 is poured out4 on the ground because my people are destroyed,5 because children and infants faint6 in the streets of the city.
They say to their mothers, "Where is bread and wine?"7 as they faint like wounded men in the streets of the city, as their lives ebb away8 in their mothers' arms.913
What can I say for you?10 With what can I compare you, O Daughter11 of Jerusalem? To what can I liken you, that I may comfort you, O Virgin Daughter of Zion?12 Your wound is as deep as the sea.13 Who can heal you?