My eyes fail with tears, My heart is troubled; My bile is poured on the ground Because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, Because the children and the infants Faint in the streets of the city.

Even the jackals present their breasts To nurse their young; [But] the daughter of my people [is] cruel, Like ostriches in the wilderness.

The tongue of the infant clings To the roof of its mouth for thirst; The young children ask for bread, [But] no one breaks [it] for them.

"For the LORD your God is bringing you into a good land, a land of brooks of water, of fountains and springs, that flow out of valleys and hills;

"a land of wheat and barley, of vines and fig trees and pomegranates, a land of olive oil and honey;

"but the land which you cross over to possess [is] a land of hills and valleys, which drinks water from the rain of heaven,

"a land for which the LORD your God cares; the eyes of the LORD your God [are] always on it, from the beginning of the year to the very end of the year.

"On that day I raised My hand in an oath to them, to bring them out of the land of Egypt into a land that I had searched out for them, 'flowing with milk and honey,' the glory of all lands.

"So I also raised My hand in an oath to them in the wilderness, that I would not bring them into the land which I had given [them,] 'flowing with milk and honey,' the glory of all lands,