ECB(i)
11 My eyes finish off with tears; my inwards foam; my liver pours on the earth for the breech of the daughter of my people; because the infants and the sucklings languish in the broadways of the city.
12 They say to their mothers, Where are crop and wine? - as they languish as the pierced in the broadways of the city; as their soul pours into the bosom of their mothers.
13 What take I to witness for you? What liken I to you, O daughter of Yeru Shalem? What equate I to you, so that I sigh over you, O virgin daughter of Siyon? For your breach is great as the sea; who heals you?
14 Your prophets see your vanity and your slime; and they expose not your perversity to turn your captivity; but see for you vain burdens and seductions.
15 All who pass by the way clap their palms at you; they hiss and wag their head at the daughter of Yeru Shalem, Is this the city of whom is said, Total beauty? - the joy of the whole earth?
16 All your enemies gasp their mouth against you; they hiss and gnash the teeth; they say, We swallowed her! Surely this is the day we awaited! We found! We saw!
17 Yah Veh works what he intrigued; he cut the saying he commanded in the days of antiquity; he demolished and spared not; and he has your enemy to cheer over you: he lifts the horn of your tribulators.
18 Their heart cries to Adonay, O wall of the daughter of Siyon, they cascade tears as a wadi day and night; give yourself no breather; may the daughter of your eye not be stilled.
19 Rise! Cry out in the night, in the head of the watches; pour your heart as water at the face of Adonay; lift your palms toward him for the soul of your infants who languish for famine in the top of all the outways.
20 See, O Yah Veh, and look to whom you thus exploit. Are the women to eat their fruit - infants of a palm span? - priest and the prophet slaughtered in the holies of Adonay?
21 The lad and the aged lie on the earth in the outways; my virgins and my young men fall by the sword; you slaughter them in the day of your wrath - slaughter and spare not.
22 You call as in a day of season my terrors all around, so that in the day of the wrath of Yah Veh there is neither escapee nor survivor; they whom I palm spanned and abounded my enemy consumed.