12 They cry out to their mothers,“Where is bread and wine?”As they faint away like the woundedin the streets of the city,As their life is poured outin their mothers’ arms.
13 To what can I compare you—to what can I liken you—O daughter Jerusalem?What example can I give in order to comfort you,virgin daughter Zion?For your breach is vast as the sea;who could heal you?
14 Your prophets provided you visionsof whitewashed illusion;They did not lay bare your guilt,in order to restore your fortunes;They saw for you only oraclesof empty deceit.
15 All who pass by on the road,clap their hands at you;They hiss and wag their headsover daughter Jerusalem:“Is this the city they used to callperfect in beauty and joy of all the earth?”
16 They open their mouths against you,all your enemies;They hiss and gnash their teeth,saying, “We have devoured her!How we have waited for this day—we have lived to see it!”
17 The Lord has done what he planned.He has fulfilled the threatDecreed from days of old,destroying without pity!He let the enemy gloat over youand exalted the horn of your foes.
18 Cry out to the Lord from your heart,wall of daughter Zion!Let your tears flow like a torrentday and night;Give yourself no rest,no relief for your eyes.