²¹ For the destruction of the daughter of my people I am broken: I am dressed in the clothing of grief; fear has taken me in its grip.

¹⁷ And you are to say this word to them, Let my eyes be streaming with water night and day, and let it not be stopped; for the virgin daughter of my people is wounded with a great wound, with a very bitter blow.

¹⁰ Take silver, take gold; for there is no end to the store; take for yourselves a weight of things to be desired.

⁶ At their coming the people are bent with pain: all faces become red together.

¹ I say what is true in Christ, and not what is false, my mind giving witness with me in the Holy Spirit,

² That I am full of sorrow and pain without end.

³ For I have a desire to take on myself the curse for my brothers, my family in the flesh:

¹ If only my head was a stream of waters and my eyes fountains of weeping, so that I might go on weeping day and night for the dead of the daughter of my people!

¹⁹ My soul, my soul! I am pained to my inmost heart; my heart is troubled in me; I am not able to be quiet, because the sound of the horn, the note of war, has come to my ears.

⁴¹ And when he got near and saw the town, he was overcome with weeping for it,

¹⁶ As for me, I have not said; Let the day of trouble come to them quickly; and I have not been hoping for the death-giving day; you have knowledge of what came from my lips; it was open before you.

⁵ I am dark, but fair of form, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

⁶ Let not your eyes be turned on me, because I am dark, because I was looked on by the sun; my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vine-gardens; but my vine-garden I have not kept.

³ For there those who had taken us prisoners made request for a song; and those who had taken away all we had gave us orders to be glad, saying, Give us one of the songs of Zion.

⁴ How may we give the Lord's song in a strange land?

⁵ If I keep not your memory, O Jerusalem, let not my right hand keep the memory of its art.

⁶ If I let you go out of my thoughts, and if I do not put Jerusalem before my greatest joy, let my tongue be fixed to the roof of my mouth.

³ And said to the king, May the king be living for ever: is it not natural for my face to be sad, when the town, the place where the bodies of my fathers are at rest, has been made waste and its doorways burned with fire?