¹² They say to their mothers,
    “Where is bread and wine?”^(A)
as they faint like the wounded
    in the streets of the city,
as their lives ebb away^(B)
    in their mothers’ arms.^(C)

¹³ What can I say for you?^(D)
    With what can I compare you,
    Daughter^(E) Jerusalem?
To what can I liken you,
    that I may comfort you,
    Virgin Daughter Zion?^(F)
Your wound is as deep as the sea.^(G)
    Who can heal you?

¹⁴ The visions of your prophets
    were false^(H) and worthless;
they did not expose your sin
    to ward off your captivity.^(I)
The prophecies they gave you
    were false and misleading.^(J)