¹¹ All of Jerusalem’s people groan,
    looking for bread.
They are trading 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 “He sent fire from above
    that went down into my bones.
He stretched out a net for my feet
    and turned me back.
He made me so sad and lonely
    that I am weak all day.