¹¹ Caph. My eyes have failed with weeping, my bowels are troubled: my liver is poured out upon the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people, when the children, and the sucklings, fainted away in the streets of the city.

³ In their streets they are girded with sackcloth: on the tops of their houses, and in their streets all shall howl and come down weeping.