Lamentations 1:11 - 1:16

All her people are sighing, seeking bread;

They have given their desirable things for food

To restore their souls.

“See, O Yahweh, and look,

For I am despised.”

“Is it nothing to all you who pass this way?

Look and see if there is any pain like my pain

Which was dealt severely to me,

Which Yahweh grieved me with on the day of His burning anger.

From on high He sent fire into my bones,

And it dominated them.

He has spread a net for my feet;

He has turned me back;

He has made me desolate,

Faint all day long.

The yoke of my transgressions is bound;

By His hand they are knit together.

They have come upon my neck;

He has made my strength stumble.

The Lord has given me into the hands

Of those against whom I am not able to stand.

The Lord has rejected all my mighty men

In my midst;

He has called an appointed time against me

To break my young men;

The Lord has trodden as in a wine press

The virgin daughter of Judah.

For these things I am weeping;

My eyes run down with water;

Because far from me is a comforter,

One who restores my soul.

My children are desolate

Because the enemy has prevailed.”