My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in agony! Oh, the pain in my heart! My heart pounds; I cannot be silent. For you, my soul, have heard the sound of the ram's horn-- the shout of battle.

If my head were water, my eyes a fountain of tears, I would weep day and night over the slain of my dear people.

You are to speak this word to them: Let my eyes overflow with tears; day and night may [they] not stop, for the virgin daughter of my people has been destroyed by a great disaster, an extremely severe wound.

But I have not run away from being Your shepherd, and I have not longed for the fatal day. You know my words were spoken in Your presence.

and replied to the king, "May the king live forever! Why should I not be sad when the city where my ancestors are buried lies in ruins and its gates have been destroyed by fire?"

for our captors there asked us for songs, and our tormentors, for rejoicing: "Sing us one of the songs of Zion."

If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand forget [its skill].

As He approached and saw the city, He wept over it,

I speak the truth in Christ-- I am not lying; my conscience is testifying to me with the Holy Spirit--

For I could wish that I myself were cursed and cut off from the Messiah for the benefit of my brothers, my countrymen by physical descent.

Daughters of Jerusalem, I am dark like the tents of Kedar, yet lovely like the curtains of Solomon.

Do not stare at me because I am dark, for the sun has gazed on me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me a keeper of the vineyards. I have not kept my own vineyard.

Nations writhe in horror before them; all faces turn pale.

Desolation, decimation, devastation! Hearts melt, knees tremble, loins shake, every face grows pale!