²¹ Since my people are crushed,^(A) I am crushed;
    I mourn,^(B) and horror grips me.

“‘Let my eyes overflow with tears^(A)
    night and day without ceasing;
for the Virgin^(B) Daughter, my people,
    has suffered a grievous wound,
    a crushing blow.^(C)

¹⁰ She is pillaged, plundered, stripped!
    Hearts melt,^(A) knees give way,
    bodies tremble, every face grows pale.^(B)

⁶ At the sight of them, nations are in anguish;^(A)
    every face turns pale.^(B)

¹⁹ Oh, my anguish, my anguish!^(A)
    I writhe in pain.^(B)
Oh, the agony of my heart!
    My heart pounds^(C) within me,
    I cannot keep silent.^(D)
For I have heard the sound of the trumpet;^(E)
    I have heard the battle cry.^(F)

⁴ How can we sing the songs of the Lord^(D)
    while in a foreign land?
⁵ If I forget you,^(E) Jerusalem,
    may my right hand forget its skill.
⁶ May my tongue cling to the roof^(F) of my mouth
    if I do not remember^(G) you,
if I do not consider Jerusalem^(H)
    my highest joy.