"For these things I weep ; My eyes run down with water ; Because far from me is a comforter, One who restores my soul. My children are desolate Because the enemy has prevailed."
Zion stretches out her hands ; There is no one to comfort her; The LORD has commanded concerning Jacob That the ones round about him should be his adversaries ; Jerusalem has become an unclean thing among them.
"They have heard that I groan ; There is no one to comfort me; All my enemies have heard of my calamity ; They are glad that You have done it. Oh, that You would bring the day which You have proclaimed, That they may become like me.
How shall I admonish you? To what shall I compare you, O daughter of Jerusalem ? To what shall I liken you as I comfort you, O virgin daughter of Zion ? For your ruin is as vast as the sea ; Who can heal you?