¹⁷ Our hearts are sick and weary,
    and our eyes grow dim with tears.

⁵ Why do you continue to invite punishment?
    Must you rebel forever?
Your head is injured,
    and your heart is sick.

¹¹ I have cried until the tears no longer come;
    my heart is broken.
My spirit is poured out in agony
    as I see the desperate plight of my people.
Little children and tiny babies
    are fainting and dying in the streets.

⁷ My vision is blurred by grief;
    my eyes are worn out because of all my enemies.

⁷ My eyes are swollen with weeping,
    and I am but a shadow of my former self.

¹⁴ Delirious, I chattered like a swallow or a crane,
    and then I moaned like a mourning dove.
My eyes grew tired of looking to heaven for help.
    I am in trouble, Lord. Help me!”

¹³ “Therefore, I will wound you!
    I will bring you to ruin for all your sins.

¹⁵ Let their hearts melt with terror,
    for the sword glitters at every gate.
It flashes like lightning
    and is polished for slaughter!

²² “Look at all their evil deeds, Lord.
    Punish them,
as you have punished me
    for all my sins.
My groans are many,
    and I am sick at heart.”