¹¹ Therefore ^(A)my inner parts moan like a lyre for Moab,
    and my inmost self for Kir-hareseth.

^16 (A)I hear, and ^(B)my body trembles;
    my lips quiver at the sound;
^(C)rottenness enters into my bones;
    my legs tremble beneath me.
Yet ^(D)I will quietly wait for the day of trouble
    to come upon people who invade us.

9 ^{[a] (A)}Oh that my head were waters,
    and my eyes a fountain of tears,
that I might weep day and night
    for the slain of ^(B)the daughter of my people!

⁴ Therefore I said:
“Look away from me;
    ^(A)let me weep bitter tears;
do not labour to comfort me
    concerning the destruction of the daughter of my people.”