Lamentations 2:11-13

Contemporary English Version

¹¹ My eyes are red from crying,
my stomach is in knots,
    and I feel sick all over.
My people are being wiped out,
and children lie helpless
    in the streets of the city.
¹² A child begs its mother
    for food and drink,
then blacks out
like a wounded soldier
    lying in the street.
The child slowly dies
    in its mother's arms.

¹³ Zion, how can I comfort you?
    How great is your pain?^[a]
Lovely city of Jerusalem,
how can I heal your wounds,
    gaping as wide as the sea?