⁹ Her filthiness befouled her skirts;
    she gave no thought to her future.
Her downfall was incredible,
    and there was no one to comfort her.
“O Lord, look at my affliction,
    for the enemy has triumphed.”
¹⁰ The enemy stretched out their hands
    to seize all her treasures.
She beheld the nations
    invade her sanctuary,
those whom you had forbidden
    to come into your assembly.
¹¹ All her people groan
    as they desperately search for bread.
They trade their treasures for food
    to keep themselves alive.
Look, O Lord, and see
    how worthless I have become.