11 My eyes fail from weeping,(A)
    I am in torment within(B);
my heart(C) is poured out(D) on the ground
    because my people are destroyed,(E)
because children and infants faint(F)
    in the streets of the city.

12 They say to their mothers,
    “Where is bread and wine?”(G)
as they faint like the wounded
    in the streets of the city,
as their lives ebb away(H)
    in their mothers’ arms.(I)

13 What can I say for you?(J)
    With what can I compare you,
    Daughter(K) Jerusalem?
To what can I liken you,
    that I may comfort you,
    Virgin Daughter Zion?(L)
Your wound is as deep as the sea.(M)
    Who can heal you?

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