⁹ Her uncleanness is in her skirts;
    she took no thought of her future;
therefore her fall is astounding;
    she has no comforter.
“O Lord, look upon my affliction,
    for the enemy has triumphed!”

¹⁰ The adversary has spread his hand
    over all her precious things;
for she has seen the nations
    enter her sanctuary,
those whom You commanded
    not to enter Your congregation.

¹¹ All her people groan,
    as they search for bread;
they trade their treasures for food
    to restore their strength.
Look, O Lord, and consider,
    for I am despised.