My eyes are spent with weeping; my stomach churns; my bile is poured out to the ground because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because infants and babies faint in the streets of the city.

panic and pitfall have come upon us, devastation and destruction;

my eyes flow with rivers of tears because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.

The hands of compassionate women have boiled their own children; they became their food during the destruction of the daughter of my people.