I would comfort myself in sorrow; My heart [is] faint in me.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people I am hurt. I am mourning; Astonishment has taken hold of me.

Oh, that my head were waters, And my eyes a fountain of tears, That I might weep day and night For the slain of the daughter of my people!

But if you will not hear it, My soul will weep in secret for [your] pride; My eyes will weep bitterly And run down with tears, Because the LORD's flock has been taken captive.

O LORD God of hosts, How long will You be angry Against the prayer of Your people?

You have fed them with the bread of tears, And given them tears to drink in great measure.

Rivers of water run down from my eyes, Because [men] do not keep Your law.

"For these [things] I weep; My eye, my eye overflows with water; Because the comforter, who should restore my life, Is far from me. My children are desolate Because the enemy prevailed."

Their heart cried out to the Lord, "O wall of the daughter of Zion, Let tears run down like a river day and night; Give yourself no relief; Give your eyes no rest.

My eyes overflow with rivers of water For the destruction of the daughter of my people.

My eyes flow and do not cease, Without interruption,

'this [is] the word which the LORD has spoken concerning him: "The virgin, the daughter of Zion, Has despised you, laughed you to scorn; The daughter of Jerusalem Has shaken [her] head behind your back!

"The Lord has trampled underfoot all my mighty [men] in my midst; He has called an assembly against me To crush my young men; The Lord trampled [as] in a winepress The virgin daughter of Judah.

How shall I console you? To what shall I liken you, O daughter of Jerusalem? What shall I compare with you, that I may comfort you, O virgin daughter of Zion? For your ruin [is] spread wide as the sea; Who can heal you?

The virgin of Israel has fallen; She will rise no more. She lies forsaken on her land; [There is] no one to raise her up.

All your lovers have forgotten you; They do not seek you; For I have wounded you with the wound of an enemy, With the chastisement of a cruel one, For the multitude of your iniquities, [Because] your sins have increased.

Why do you cry about your affliction? Your sorrow [is] incurable. Because of the multitude of your iniquities, [Because] your sins have increased, I have done these things to you.

Remove Your plague from me; I am consumed by the blow of Your hand.

"Therefore I will also make [you] sick by striking you, By making [you] desolate because of your sins.