15 My Lord has despised my mighty warriors.He called a feast for me—in order to crush my young men!My Lord has stomped on the winepress of the young woman Daughter Judah.
16 Because of all these things I’m crying. My eyes, my own eyes pour waterbecause a comforter who might encourage me is nowhere near.My children are destroyed because the enemy was so strong.
17 Zion spreads out her hands; she has no comforter.The Lord commanded Jacob’s enemies to surround him.Jerusalem is just a piece of garbage to them.
18 The Lord is right, because I disobeyed his word.Listen, all you people; look at my suffering.My young women and young men have gone away as prisoners.
19 I called to my lovers, but they deceived me.My priests and my elders have perished in the city;they were looking for food to survive.
20 Pay attention, Lord, for I am in trouble. My stomach is churning;my heart is pounding inside me because I am so bitter.In the streets the sword kills; in the house it is like death.
21 People heard that I was groaning, that I had no comforter.All my enemies heard about my distress; they were thrilled that you had done this.Bring the day you have announced so they become like me!