All that pass by clap their hands at thee;\par\tab They hiss and wag their head at the daughter of Jerusalem, {\i saying},\par\tab Is this the city that men called\par\tab The perfection of beauty, The joy of the whole earth?
Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by?\par\tab Behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is brought upon me,\par\tab Wherewith Jehovah hath afflicted {\i me} in the day of his fierce anger.