“For these things I weep; My eye, my eye overflows with water; Because the comforter, who should restore my life, Is far from me. My children are desolate Because the enemy prevailed.”

“Arise, cry out in the night, At the beginning of the watches; Pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord. Lift your hands toward Him For the life of your young children, Who faint from hunger at the head of every street.”

My eyes overflow with rivers of water For the destruction of the daughter of my people.

The waters flowed over my head; I said, “I am cut off!”

We pay for the water we drink, And our wood comes at a price.