¹² They ask their mothers,
    “Is there anything to eat or drink?”^[a]
They faint in the streets of the city
    like wounded men.
Their life ebbs away
    while they lie on their mother’s bosom.

¹³ What can be said about you?
    To what should you be compared, fair^[b] Jerusalem?
To what may I liken you,
    so I may comfort you, fair one^[c] of Zion?
Indeed, your wound is as deep as the sea—
    who can heal you?

¹⁴ Your prophets look on your behalf;
    they see false and deceptive visions.
They did not expose your sins
    in order to restore what had been captured.^[d]
Instead, they crafted oracles for you
    that are false and misleading.