and I said to the king, King, live thou without end; why should not my cheer mourn? for the city of the house of the sepulchres of my father[s] is deserted, either forsaken, and the gates thereof be burnt with fire.
And thou shalt say to them this word, Mine eyes lead down a tear by night and day, and be it not still; for the virgin, the daughter of my people, is defouled by great defouling, with the worst wound greatly.
And I am not troubled, pursuing [or following] thee shepherd, and I desired not the day of man, thou knowest. That that went out of my lips was rightful [or right] in thy sight.
My womb acheth, my womb acheth; the wits of mine heart be troubled in me. I shall not be still, for my soul heard the voice of a trump, the cry of battle.
It is destroyed, and cut, and rent, or torn, and heart failing, and unknitting of small knees, and failing in all reins; and the face of all be as blackness of a pot.