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.

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

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.

Who will give water to my head, and a fountain of tears to my eyes? Then would I weep for this my people day and night, [even] for the slain of the daughter of my people.

and let them take up a lamentation for you, and let your eyes pour down tears, and your eyelids drop water.

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.

I am speaking truth in Christ, I am not lying, my conscience witnessing with me in the Holy Spirit,

For I could wish that I myself to be accursed from Christ on behalf of my brothers, my countrymen according to the flesh,