My eyes are worn out with tears, and my insides are upset. My heart feels like it has been poured on the ground; I feel this way because of the destruction of my people. Children and babies are fainting in the public squares of the city.

I have become a joke to all my people. All day long they sing songs about me and make fun of me.

My eyes flow with streams of tears. I cry because of the destruction of my people.

Even a wild dog feeds her babies. Even the jackal lets her pups suck at her breast. But the daughter of my people is cruel. She is like the ostrich in the desert that forgets its eggs in the sand.

The sin of the daughter of my people was very great. Their sin was greater than the sins of Sodom and Gomorrah. Sodom and Gomorrah were destroyed suddenly. No human hand caused their destruction.

Then even nice women cooked their own children. The children were food for their mothers. This happened when my people were destroyed.