1 I wish my head were a well of water,and my eyes a fountain of tears,so that I could cry day and nightfor my people who have been killed.
2 I wish I had a place to stay in the desertwhere I could get away from my people.They are all unfaithful,a mob of traitors.
3 They are always ready to tell lies;dishonesty instead of truth rules the land.The Lord says,“My people do one evil thing after anotherand do not acknowledge me as their God.”
4 Everyone must be on guard against their friends,and no one can trust their relatives;for all relatives are as deceitful as Jacob,and everyone slanders their friends.