"That is why my eyes are overflowing with tears. No one can comfort me; no one can give me courage. The enemy has conquered me; my people have nothing left.

My eyes flow with rivers of tears at the destruction of my people.

Until the LORD looks down from heaven and sees us.

David and his men started crying and did not stop until they were completely exhausted.

I can hardly see; my eyes are so swollen from the weeping caused by my enemies.

Be merciful to me, LORD, for I am in trouble; my eyes are tired from so much crying; I am completely worn out.

I am worn out from calling for help, and my throat is aching. I have strained my eyes, looking for your help.

My voice was thin and weak, And I moaned like a dove. My eyes grew tired from looking to heaven. LORD, rescue me from all this trouble.

"Look, O LORD, at my agony, at the anguish of my soul! My heart is broken in sorrow for my sins. There is murder in the streets; even indoors there is death.

The pain! I can't bear the pain! My heart! My heart is beating wildly! I can't keep quiet; I hear the trumpets and the shouts of battle.

and shoots arrows at me from every side--- arrows that pierce and wound me; and even then he shows no pity.

My strength is gone, gone like water spilled on the ground. All my bones are out of joint; my heart is like melted wax.

The disaster that came to my people brought horror; loving mothers boiled their own children for food.

Now leave me alone to weep bitterly over all those of my people who have died. Don't try to comfort me.

Listen! Throughout the land I hear my people crying out, "Is the LORD no longer in Zion? Is Zion's king no longer there?" The LORD, their king, replies, "Why have you made me angry by worshiping your idols and by bowing down to your useless foreign gods?"

My heart has been crushed because my people are crushed; I mourn; I am completely dismayed.

I wish my head were a well of water, and my eyes a fountain of tears, so that I could cry day and night for my people who have been killed.

The LORD commanded me to tell the people about my sorrow and to say: "May my eyes flow with tears day and night, may I never stop weeping, for my people are deeply wounded and are badly hurt.

All through the night get up again and again to cry out to the Lord; Pour out your heart and beg him for mercy on your children--- Children starving to death on every street corner!

Look, O LORD! Why are you punishing us like this? Women are eating the bodies of the children they loved! Priests and prophets are being killed in the Temple itself !

Even a mother wolf will nurse her cubs, but my people are like ostriches, cruel to their young.

They let their babies die of hunger and thirst; children are begging for food that no one will give them.

Those who died in the war were better off than those who died later, who starved slowly to death, with no food to keep them alive.

The disaster that came to my people brought horror; loving mothers boiled their own children for food.

For the days are coming when people will say, 'How lucky are the women who never had children, who never bore babies, who never nursed them!'