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.

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.

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

O my soul, my soul! I am pained in my very heart! My heart makes a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, Because you have heard, O my soul, The sound of the trumpet, The alarm of war.

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!

Let them make haste And take up a wailing for us, That our eyes may run with tears, And our eyelids gush with water.

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.

I tell the truth in Christ, I am not lying, my conscience also bearing me witness in the Holy Spirit,

For I could wish that I myself were accursed from Christ for my brethren, my countrymen according to the flesh,