"The comelyand daintyone, the daughterof Zion,I will cutoff.
For I hearda cryas of a woman in labor,The anguishas of one givingbirthto her firstchild,The cryof the daughterof Ziongaspingfor breath,Stretchingout her hands,[saying], "Ah,woeis me, for I faintbefore murderers."
The daughterof Zionis leftlike a shelterin a vineyard,Like a watchman'shutin a cucumberfield,like a besiegedcity.
Howshall I admonishyou? To whatshall I compareyou, O daughterof Jerusalem?To whatshall I likenyou as I comfortyou, O virgindaughterof Zion?For your ruinis as vastas the sea;Whocan healyou?
Howthe Lordhas coveredthe daughterof ZionWith a cloudin His anger!He has castfrom heavento earthThe gloryof Israel,And has not rememberedHis footstoolIn the dayof His anger.
"The refinedand delicatewomanamong you, whowould not ventureto setthe soleof her footon the groundfor delicatenessand refinement,shall be hostiletoward the husbandshe cherishesand toward her sonand daughter,
Those who atedelicaciesAre desolatein the streets;Those rearedin purpleEmbraceashpits.
