¹¹ They dress the wound of my people
    as though it were not serious.
“Peace, peace,” they say,
    when there is no peace.^(A)

²¹ Since my people are crushed,^(A) I am crushed;
    I mourn,^(B) and horror grips me.

¹¹ My eyes fail from weeping,^(A)
    I am in torment within^(B);
my heart^(C) is poured out^(D) on the ground
    because my people are destroyed,^(E)
because children and infants faint^(F)
    in the streets of the city.

⁴⁸ Streams of tears^(A) flow from my eyes^(B)
    because my people are destroyed.^(C)