Her adversaries have become the head. Her enemies prosper. For LORD has afflicted her for the multitude of her transgressions. Her young sons have gone into captivity before the adversary.
Her filthiness was in her skirts. She did not think of her latter end. Therefore she has come down astonishingly. She has no comforter. Behold, O LORD, my affliction, for the enemy has magnified himself.
These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I went with the throng, and led them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.
Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings thou have perfected praise (LXX/NT), because of thine adversaries, that thou might still the enemy and the avenger.