We get our bread at the risk of our lives because of the sword in the desert.
Our skin is hot as an oven, feverish from hunger.111
Women have been ravished2 in Zion, and virgins in the towns of Judah.
Princes have been hung up by their hands; elders3 are shown no respect.413
Young men toil at the millstones; boys stagger under loads of wood.
The elders are gone from the city gate; the young men have stopped their music.515
Joy is gone from our hearts; our dancing has turned to mourning.616
The crown7 has fallen from our head.8 Woe to us, for we have sinned!917
Because of this our hearts10 are faint,11 because of these things our eyes12 grow dim1318
for Mount Zion,14 which lies desolate,15 with jackals prowling over it.
You, O LORD, reign forever;16 your throne endures17 from generation to generation.