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.

¹² They say to their mothers,
    “Where is bread and wine?”^(G)
as they faint like the wounded
    in the streets of the city,
as their lives ebb away^(H)
    in their mothers’ arms.^(I)

¹³ What can I say for you?^(J)
    With what can I compare you,
    Daughter^(K) Jerusalem?
To what can I liken you,
    that I may comfort you,
    Virgin Daughter Zion?^(L)
Your wound is as deep as the sea.^(M)
    Who can heal you?