And I said to the king, Let the king live forever. Why should not my face be sad when the place of my fathers’ tombs, the city, lies waste and its gates are consumed with fire?
And you shall speak this Word to them: Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and do not let them cease. For the virgin daughter of my people is broken with a great break, with a very grievous blow.
And I have not hurried away from being a shepherd after You;I have not desired the woeful day. You know that the going forth of my lips was before Your face.
My bowels! My bowels! I convulse in pain. O walls of my heart! My heart roars within me. I cannot be silent, for I have heard the sound of the rams’ horn. O my soul, the alarm of war!
She is empty, even waste, even devastated. And the heart is melted, and the knocking of the knees; and trembling is in all the loins; and all of their faces collect heat.