² Our inheritance is turned to strangers, our houses to foreigners.

¹⁰ Our skin is black like an oven, Because of the burning heat of famine.

¹¹ They ravished the women in Zion, The virgins in the cities of Judah.

¹² Princes were hanged up by their hand: The faces of elders were not honored.

¹³ The young men bare the mill; The children stumbled under the wood.

¹⁴ The elders have ceased from the gate, The young men from their music.

¹⁵ The joy of our heart is ceased; Our dance is turned into mourning.

¹⁶ The crown is fallen from our head: Woe to us! for we have sinned.

¹⁷ For this our heart is faint; For these things our eyes are dim;

¹⁸ For the mountain of Zion, which is desolate: The foxes walk on it.