⁹ Her flow of blood stains her skirt. She did not consider the outcome of her sin.
    Her collapse was astonishing. There was no one to comfort her.
    Look, Lord, at my affliction, for the enemy has done awful things.
¹⁰ The foe has laid hands on all her precious things.
    She has even seen nations enter her sanctuary,
    nations about whom you commanded, “They shall not enter your assembly.”
¹¹ All her people are sighing as they search for bread.
    They traded their precious things for food in order to stay alive.
    Look, Lord, and see that I have become despised.