^19 (A)Woe is me for my hurt!
My wound is severe.
But I say, ^(B)“Truly this is an infirmity,
And ^(C)I must bear it.”

¹⁸ Their heart cried out to the Lord,
“O wall of the daughter of Zion,
^(A)Let tears run down like a river day and night;
Give yourself no relief;
Give ^[a]your eyes no rest.