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“See, Lord, how distressed I am! I am in torment within, and in my heart I am disturbed, for I have been most rebellious. Outside, the sword bereaves; inside, there is only death.
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“People have heard my groaning, but there is no one to comfort me. All my enemies have heard of my distress; they rejoice at what you have done. May you bring the day you have announced so they may become like me.
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“Let all their wickedness come before you; deal with them as you have dealt with me because of all my sins. My groans are many and my heart is faint.”
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My eyes fail from weeping, I am in torment within; my heart is poured out on the ground because my people are destroyed, because children and infants faint in the streets of the city.
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The hearts of the people cry out to the Lord. You walls of Daughter Zion, let your tears flow like a river day and night; give yourself no relief, your eyes no rest.
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Arise, cry out in the night, as the watches of the night begin; pour out your heart like water in the presence of the Lord. Lift up your hands to him for the lives of your children, who faint from hunger at every street corner.
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He pierced my heart with arrows from his quiver.
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Let us lift up our hearts and our hands to God in heaven, and say:
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You heard my plea: “Do not close your ears to my cry for relief.”
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Lord, you have heard their insults, all their plots against me—
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Put a veil over their hearts, and may your curse be on them!
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Even jackals offer their breasts to nurse their young, but my people have become heartless like ostriches in the desert.
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Joy is gone from our hearts; our dancing has turned to mourning.
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Because of this our hearts are faint, because of these things our eyes grow dim
