Jeremiah 9:1; Jeremiah 9:10; Jeremiah 9:20
I wish my head were a well of water and my eyes fountains of tears So I could weep day and night for casualties among my dear, dear people.
"I'm lamenting the loss of the mountain pastures. I'm chanting dirges for the old grazing grounds. They've become deserted wastelands too dangerous for travelers. No sounds of sheep bleating or cattle mooing. Birds and wild animals, all gone. Nothing stirring, no sounds of life.
Mourning women! Oh, listen to God's Message! Open your ears. Take in what he says. Teach your daughters songs for the dead and your friends the songs of heartbreak.