Lamentations 1:11–16

11 All her people groan,

they are searching for bread.

They give their treasures for food,

to bring back life.

See, O Yahweh, and look,

how I am despised.

12 Is it nothing to you, ⌊all who pass by⌋?b

Look and see

if there is sorrow like my sorrow,c

which was dealt to me,

which Yahweh inflicted

on the ⌊day of his wrath⌋.d

13 From heaven he sent fire,

into my bones he let it descend.

He spread out a net for my feet;

he turned me back,

he gave me devastation,

fainting all day.

14 My rebellion was bound as a yoke,

with his hand it was fastened together;

it was put on my neck

and caused my strength to fail.

The Lord gave me into the hands

of those whom I cannot withstand.

15 The Lord has rejected

all my mighty ones in my midst.

He called an assembly against me,

to crush my young men;

like in a wine press,

the Lord has trodden on

the virgin daughter of Judah.

16 For these things, I am weeping,

⌊my eyes flow with tears⌋;e

because a comforter is far from me,

one to restore my life.

My sons are desolate

because the enemy has prevailed.