Jerusalem's old men sit on the ground in silence, With dust on their heads and sackcloth on their bodies. Young women bow their heads to the ground.

I will keep quiet, I will not say a word, for you are the one who made me suffer like this.

I lie awake; I am like a lonely bird on a housetop.

I did not spend my time with other people, laughing and having a good time. In obedience to your orders I stayed by myself and was filled with anger.