Add parallel Print Page Options

10 The elders of the daughter of Zion sit on the ground.
    They keep silence.
They have cast up dust on their heads.
    They have clothed themselves with sackcloth.
    The virgins of Jerusalem hang down their heads to the ground.

11 My eyes fail with tears.
    My heart is troubled.
My liver is poured on the earth,
    because of the destruction of the daughter of my people,
    because the young children and the infants swoon in the streets of the city.

12 They ask their mothers,
    “Where is grain and wine?”
    when they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city,
    when their soul is poured out into their mothers’ bosom.

Read full chapter