Lamentations

⁹We get our bread with the peril of our lives because of the sword of the wilderness. ¹⁰Our skin is black like an oven because of the burning heat of famine. ¹¹They ravished the women in Zion, the maidens in the cities of Judah. ¹²Princes were hanged up by their hand: the faces of elders were not honoured. ¹³The young men bare the mill, and the children stumbled under the wood. ¹⁴The elders have ceased from the gate, the young men from their music. ¹⁵The joy of our heart is ceased; our dance is turned into mourning.