I was angry with My people; I defiled My inheritance and gave them into your hand. You gave them no compassion; you made your yoke on the aged very heavy.
They sit on the ground; the elders of Zion’s daughters are silent. They made dust go up on their heads, they gird on sackcloths. The virgins of Jerusalem let their heads go down to the ground.
See, O Jehovah, and look! To whom have you done thus? Should women eat their fruit, children of tender care? Should priest and prophet be killed in the holy place of the Lord?
The face of Jehovah has divided them out; He will not continue to look on them. They did not lift up the face of the priests, they did not favor the elders.