¹² They ask their mothers, “Where are the grain and wine?”
    while they faint in the public squares of the city, like someone wounded,
    while they take their last breath in their mothers’ laps.
¹³ What testimony can I give on your behalf?
    What can I compare to you, daughter of Jerusalem?
    What can I place next to you, so that I may comfort you, virgin daughter of Zion?
    Your wound is as wide as the sea. Who can heal you?
¹⁴ Your prophets saw visions for you, but they were empty and worthless.
    They did not reveal your guilt, in order to turn away your captivity.
    They saw oracles for you that were empty and misleading.