Rivers of tears pour from my eyes at the smashup of my dear people.
"The tears stream from my eyes, an artesian well of tears,
Until you, God, look down from on high, look and see my tears.
When I see what's happened to the young women in the city, the pain breaks my heart.
Published by permission. Originally published by NavPress in English as THE MESSAGE: The Bible in Contemporary Language copyright 2002 by Eugene Peterson. All rights reserved. (The Message Bible Online)