11 All the people groaned, so desperate for food, so desperate to stay alivethat they bartered their favorite things for a bit of breakfast:“O God, look at me! Worthless, cheap, abject!
12 “And you passersby, look at me! Have you ever seen anything like this?Ever seen pain like my pain, seen what he did to me,what God did to me in his rage?
13 “He struck me with lightning, skewered me from head to foot,then he set traps all around so I could hardly move.He left me with nothing—left me sick, and sick of living.
14 “He wove my sins into a ropeand harnessed me to captivity’s yoke.I’m goaded by cruel taskmasters.
15 “The Master piled up my best soldiers in a heap,then called in thugs to break their fine young necks.The Master crushed the life out of fair virgin Judah.
16 “For all this I weep, weep buckets of tears,and not a soul within miles around cares for my soul.My children are wasted, my enemy got his way.”
17 Zion reached out for help, but no one helped.God ordered Jacob’s enemies to surround him,and now no one wants anything to do with Jerusalem.