But the commander replied, “My master sent me to say these things. Are these words only for your master and you to hear? Aren’t they also for the people sitting on the wall? They are going to suffer just like you. They’ll have to eat their own waste. They’ll have to drink their own urine.”
All Jerusalem’s people groan as they search for bread. They trade their treasures for food just to stay alive. Jerusalem says, “Lord, look at me. Think about my condition. Everyone looks down on me.”