I was wroth with my people, I have polluted mine inheritance, and given them into thine hand: thou didst shew them no mercy; upon the ancient hast thou very heavily laid thy yoke.
Behold, O YY , and consider to whom thou hast done this. Shall the women eat their fruit, and children of a span long? shall the kohen and the prophet be slain in the sanctuary of YY ?
The elders of the daughter of TZiyon sit upon the ground, and keep silence: they have cast up dust upon their heads; they have girded themselves with sackcloth: the virgins of Yerushalayim hang down their heads to the ground.