³ In the streets they wear sackcloth;^(A)
    on the roofs^(B) and in the public squares^(C)
they all wail,^(D)
    prostrate with weeping.^(E)

¹⁶ “This is why I weep
    and my eyes overflow with tears.^(A)
No one is near to comfort^(B) me,
    no one to restore my spirit.
My children are destitute
    because the enemy has prevailed.”^(C)

⁴⁸ Streams of tears^(A) flow from my eyes^(B)
    because my people are destroyed.^(C)

⁴⁹ My eyes will flow unceasingly,
    without relief,^(D)
50 until the Lord looks down
    from heaven and sees.^(E)
51 What I see brings grief to my soul
    because of all the women of my city.