"The comelyand daintyone, the daughterof Zion,I will cutoff.
The daughterof Zionis leftlike a shelterin a vineyard,Like a watchman'shutin a cucumberfield,like a besiegedcity.
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."
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.
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?
Those who atedelicaciesAre desolatein the streets;Those rearedin purpleEmbraceashpits.
"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,
