Lamentations 2:11-13

Tree of Life Version

¹¹ My eyes are filled with tears.
    My stomach is in torment.
My heart^[a] is poured out on the ground
    over the destruction of the daughter of my people—
as young children and infants
    languish in the city squares.
¹² They say to their mothers,
    “Where is grain and wine?”
as they faint like a wounded soldier
    in the city squares,
as their lives ebb away
    in their mothers’ bosom.
¹³ How can I admonish you?
To what can I compare you,
    O daughter of Jerusalem?
To what can I liken you, so that I might console you,
    O virgin daughter of Zion?
For your wound is as deep as the sea!
    Who can heal you?