I am pained in my bowels, my bowels, and the sensitive powers of my heart. My soul is in great commotion, my heart is torn. I will not be silent, for my soul has heard the sound of a trumpet, the cry of war, and of distress: it calls on destruction.

But if you will not hear it, your soul shall weep in secret because of pride, and your eyes shall pour down tears, because the Lord's flock is sorely bruised.

And you shall speak this word to them: Let your eyes shed tears day and night, and let them not cease; for the daughter of My people has been sorely bruised, and her plague is very grievous.

My eyes have been bathed in streams of water, because I kept not Your law.

Therefore will I weep as with the weeping of Jazer for the vine of Sibmah; Heshbon and Elealeh have cast down your trees; for I will trample on your harvest and on your vintages, and all [your plants] shall fall.

Therefore I said, Let me alone, I will weep bitterly; labor not to comfort me for the breach of the daughter of my people.

CHAPH. My eyes have failed with tears, my heart is troubled, my glory is cast down to the ground, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; while the infant and suckling swoon in the streets of the city.

TSADE. Their heart cried to the Lord, You walls of Zion, pour down tears like torrents day and night: give yourself no rest; let not the apple of your eyes cease.

KOPH. Arise, rejoice in the night at the beginning of your watch: pour out your heart as water before the face of the Lord, lift up your hands to Him for the life of your infants, who faint from hunger at the top of all the streets.

My eye shall pour down torrents of water, for the destruction of the daughter of my people.

PHE. My eye is drowned [with tears], and I will not be silent, so that there shall be no rest,

And you, son of man, groan with the breaking of your loins; you shall even groan heavily in their sight.

And it shall come to pass, if they shall say to you, Why do you groan? That you shall say, For the report; because it comes: and every heart shall break, and all hands shall become feeble, and all flesh and every spirit shall faint, and all thighs shall be defiled with moisture: behold, it comes, says the Lord.

My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is your God?

O daughter of My people, gird yourself with sackcloth; sprinkle [yourself] with ashes; make for yourself pitiable lamentation, [as] the mourning for a beloved [son]; for misery will come suddenly upon you.

For the breach of the daughter of my people I have been saddened: in my perplexity pangs have seized upon me as of a woman in travail.

And is there no balm in Gilead, or is there no physician there? Why has not the healing of the daughter of my people taken place?