¹⁴ I cried like a swift or thrush,
    I moaned like a mourning dove.^(A)
My eyes grew weak^(B) as I looked to the heavens.
    I am being threatened; Lord, come to my aid!”^(C)

¹¹ My eyes fail from weeping,^(A)
    I am in torment within^(B);
my heart^(C) is poured out^(D) on the ground
    because my people are destroyed,^(E)
because children and infants faint^(F)
    in the streets of the city.