Lamentations

Why should ye be stricken any more? ye will revolt more and more: the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.

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

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.

Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.

Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.