¹⁷ And thou hast said unto them this word: Tears come down mine eyes night and day, And they do not cease, For, `with' a great breach, Broken hath been the virgin daughter of my people, A very grievous stroke.

¹ Who doth make my head waters, And mine eye a fountain of tears? And I weep by day and by night, For the wounded of the daughter of my people.

²¹ For a breach of the daughter of my people have I been broken, I have been black, astonishment hath seized me.

¹³ What do I testify `to' thee, what do I liken to thee, O daughter of Jerusalem? What do I equal to thee, and I comfort thee, O virgin daughter of Zion? For great as a sea `is' thy breach, Who doth give healing to thee?

¹⁵ Trodden down all my mighty ones hath the Lord in my midst, He proclaimed against me an appointed time, To destroy my young men, A wine-press hath the Lord trodden, To the virgin daughter of Judah.

¹⁶ For these I am weeping, My eye, my eye, is running down with waters, For, far from me hath been a comforter, Refreshing my soul, My sons have been desolate, For mighty hath been an enemy.

¹⁷ And if ye do not hear it, In secret places doth my soul weep, because of pride, Yea, it weepeth sore, And the tear cometh down mine eyes, For the flock of Jehovah hath been taken captive.

¹³ And I also, I have begun to smite thee, To make desolate, because of thy sins.

¹⁸ Cried hath their heart unto the Lord; O wall of the daughter of Zion, Cause to go down as a stream tears daily and nightly, Give not rest to thyself, Let not the daughter of thine eye stand still.

¹⁹ Wo to me for my breaking, Grievious hath been my smiting, And I said, Only, this `is' my sickness, and I bear it.

²² this `is' the word that Jehovah spake concerning him: Trampled on thee, laughed at thee, Hath the virgin daughter of Zion, Behind thee shaken the head hath the daughter of Jerusalem.

¹³⁶ Rivulets of waters have come down mine eyes, Because they have not kept Thy law!

² `Fallen, not again to rise, hath the virgin of Israel, Left on her land -- she hath no raiser up.'

⁴⁸ Rivulets of water go down my eye, For the destruction of the daughter of my people.

⁴⁹ Mine eye is poured out, And doth not cease without intermission,

¹⁴ all loving thee have forgotten thee, Thee they do not seek, For with the stroke of an enemy I smote thee, The chastisement of a fierce one, Because of the abundance of thy iniquity, Mighty have been thy sins!

¹⁵ What! -- thou criest concerning thy breach! Incurable `is' thy pain, Because of the abundance of thy iniquity, Mighty have been thy sins! I have done these to thee.

¹⁸ My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.

⁴ Jehovah, God of Hosts, till when? Thou hast burned against the prayer of Thy people.

⁵ Thou hast caused them to eat bread of tears, And causest them to drink With tears a third time.

¹⁰ Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.