⁷ Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.

³ I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.

¹¹ Mine eyes do fail with tears, my bowels are troubled, my liver is poured upon the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because the children and the sucklings swoon in the streets of the city.