Lamentations 2:11-13

International Standard Version

¹¹ My eyes are worn out from crying,
    my insides are churning,
My emotions pour out in grief^[a]
    because my people are destroyed—
Children and infants faint
    in the streets of the city.

¹² They ask their mothers,
    “Is there anything to eat or drink?”^[b]
They faint in the streets of the city
    like wounded men.
Their life ebbs away
    while they lie on their mother’s bosom.

¹³ What can be said about you?
    To what should you be compared, fair^[c] Jerusalem?
To what may I liken you,
    so I may comfort you, fair one^[d] of Zion?
Indeed, your wound is as deep as the sea—
    who can heal you?