¹⁰ They sit on the ground,
    the elders of the daughter of Zion are silent.
They cast dust on their head,
    they have put on sackcloth;
the young women of Jerusalem
    have bowed their head down to the ground.
¹¹ My eyes have spent all their tears;^[a]
    my stomach^[b] is in torment,
my heart^[c] is poured out on the earth
    because of the destruction of the daughter of my people,
because child and babe faint
    in the public squares of a city.
¹² To their mothers they say,
    “Where is the bread and wine?”
as they faint like the wounded
    in the public squares of a city,
as their life is being poured out
    onto the bosom of their mothers.