How deserted lies the city, once so full of people! How like a widow is she, who once was great among the nations! She who was queen among the provinces has now become a slave.

In the days of her affliction and wandering Jerusalem remembers all the treasures that were hers in days of old. When her people fell into enemy hands, there was no one to help her. Her enemies looked at her and laughed at her destruction.

All her people groan as they search for bread; they barter their treasures for food to keep themselves alive. “Look, Lord, and consider, for I am despised.”

“The Lord is righteous, yet I rebelled against his command. Listen, all you peoples; look on my suffering. My young men and young women have gone into exile.

“I called to my allies but they betrayed me. My priests and my elders perished in the city while they searched for food to keep themselves alive.

“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.

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.

All who pass your way clap their hands at you; they scoff and shake their heads at Daughter Jerusalem: “Is this the city that was called the perfection of beauty, the joy of the whole earth?”

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.

I became the laughingstock of all my people; they mock me in song all day long.

to deny people their rights before the Most High,

Streams of tears flow from my eyes because my people are destroyed.

I called on your name, Lord, from the depths of the pit.

You came near when I called you, and you said, “Do not fear.”

Even jackals offer their breasts to nurse their young, but my people have become heartless like ostriches in the desert.

The punishment of my people is greater than that of Sodom, which was overthrown in a moment without a hand turned to help her.

With their own hands compassionate women have cooked their own children, who became their food when my people were destroyed.

The kings of the earth did not believe, nor did any of the peoples of the world, that enemies and foes could enter the gates of Jerusalem.

“Go away! You are unclean!” people cry to them. “Away! Away! Don’t touch us!” When they flee and wander about, people among the nations say, “They can stay here no longer.”

People stalked us at every step, so we could not walk in our streets. Our end was near, our days were numbered, for our end had come.