¹² They say to their mothers,
    “Where is grain and wine?”
when they faint like a wounded man
    in the streets of the city,
as their life is poured out
    on their mothers’ bosom.

¹³ What can I say for you,
    to what shall I liken you,
    O daughter of Jerusalem?
What shall I compare with you,
    that I may comfort you,
    O virgin daughter of Zion?
For your devastation is great like the sea;
    who can heal you?

¹⁴ Your prophets have seen for you
    false and deceptive visions;
they have not revealed your iniquity,
    to bring back your captives,
but have seen for you oracles
    that are false and misleading.