10 The elders of the daughter of Zion

sit on the ground in silence;

they have cast dust on their heads

and put on sackcloth;

the maidens of Jerusalem

have bowed their heads to the ground.

11 My eyes are spent with weeping;

my soul is in tumult;

my heart is poured out in griefh

because of the destruction of the daughter of my people,

because infants and babes faint

in the streets of the city.

12 They cry to their mothers,

“Where is bread and wine?”

as they faint like wounded men

in the streets of the city,

as their life is poured out

on their mothers’ bosom.

13 What can I say for you, to what compare you,

O daughter of Jerusalem?

What can I liken to you, that I may comfort you,

O virgin daughter of Zion?

For vast as the sea is your ruin;

who can restore you?

14 Your prophets have seen for you

false and deceptive visions;

they have not exposed your iniquity

to restore your fortunes,

but have seen for you oracles

false and misleading.