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

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.

¹⁰ She is empty, yea, emptiness and waste, And the heart hath melted, And the knees have smitten together, And great pain `is' in all loins, And the faces of all of them have gathered paleness.

⁶ From its face pained are peoples, All faces have gathered paleness.

¹ Truth I say in Christ, I lie not, my conscience bearing testimony with me in the Holy Spirit,

² that I have great grief and unceasing pain in my heart --

³ for I was wishing, I myself, to be anathema from the Christ -- for my brethren, my kindred, according to the flesh,

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.

¹⁹ My bowels, my bowels! I am pained `at' the walls of my heart, Make a noise for me doth My heart, I am not silent, For the voice of a trumpet I have heard, O my soul -- a shout of battle!

⁴¹ And when he came nigh, having seen the city, he wept over it,

¹⁶ And I hastened not from feeding after Thee, And the desperate day I have not desired, Thou -- Thou hast known, The produce of my lips, before Thy face it hath been,

⁵ Dark `am' I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.

⁶ Fear me not, because I `am' very dark, Because the sun hath scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard -- my own -- I have not kept.

³ For there our captors asked us the words of a song, And our spoilers -- joy: `Sing ye to us of a song of Zion.'

⁴ How do we sing the song of Jehovah, On the land of a stranger?

⁵ If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, my right hand forgetteth!

⁶ My tongue doth cleave to my palate, If I do not remember thee, If I do not exalt Jerusalem above my chief joy.

³ and say to the king, `Let the king to the age live! wherefore should not my face be sad, when the city, the place of the graves of my fathers, `is' a waste, and its gates have been consumed with fire?'