¹¹ All of Jerusalem’s people are groaning.
    They are looking for bread.
They are giving away their precious things for food
    so they can stay alive.
The city says, “Look, Lord, and see.
    I am hated.”

¹² Jerusalem says, “You who pass by on the road don’t seem to care.
    Come, look at me and see.
Is there any pain like mine?
    Is there any pain like that he has caused me?
The Lord has punished me
    on the day of his great anger.

¹³ “The Lord sent fire from above.
    It went down into my bones.
He stretched out a net for my feet.
    He turned me back.
He made me sad and lonely.
    I am weak all day.