11. My eyes fail from weeping,I am in torment within;my heart is poured out on the groundbecause my people are destroyed,because children and infants faintin the streets of the city.
12. They say to their mothers,‘Where is bread and wine?’as they faint like the woundedin the streets of the city,as their lives ebb awayin their mothers’ arms.
13. What can I say for you?With what can I compare you,Daughter Jerusalem?To what can I liken you,that I may comfort you,Virgin Daughter Zion?Your wound is as deep as the sea.Who can heal you?