7 My Lord rejected his altar, he abandoned his sanctuary;he handed Zion’s palace walls over to enemies.They shouted in the Lord’s own house as if it were a festival day.
8 The Lord planned to destroy Daughter Zion’s wall.He stretched out a measuring line, didn’t stop himself from devouring.He made barricades and walls wither—together they wasted away.
9 Zion’s gates sank into the ground; he broke and shattered her bars;her king and her officials are now among the nations. There is no Instruction!Even her prophets couldn’t find a vision from the Lord.
10 Daughter Zion’s elders sit on the ground and mourn.They throw dust on their heads; they put on mourning clothes.Jerusalem’s young women bow their heads all the way to the ground.
11 My eyes are worn out from weeping; my stomach is churning.My insides are poured on the ground because the daughter of my people is shattered,because children and babies are fainting in the city streets.
12 They say to their mothers, "Where are grain and wine?"while fainting like the wounded in the city streets,while their lives are draining away at their own mothers’ breasts.
13 What can I testify about you, Daughter Jerusalem? To what could I compare you?With what could I equate you? How can I comfort you, young woman Daughter Zion?Your hurt is as vast as the sea. Who can heal you?