2 Judah mourneth, and the gates thereof languish, they are black unto the ground; and the cry of Jerusalem goeth up.
3 And their nobles send their little ones for water: they come to the pits, they find no water; they return with their vessels empty; they are ashamed, they are confounded, and have covered their heads.
4 Because the ground is chapt, for there hath been no rain on the earth, the ploughmen are ashamed, they cover their heads.
5 For the hind also calveth in the field, and forsaketh its young, because there is no grass.
6 And the wild asses stand on the heights, they snuff up the wind like jackals; their eyes fail, because there is no herbage.
7 Jehovah, though our iniquities testify against us, do thou act for thy name's sake; for our backslidings are many--we have sinned against thee.
8 Thou hope of Israel, its Saviour in the time of trouble, why wilt thou be as a stranger in the land, and as a traveller that turneth aside to stay a night?