Rotherham(i)
10 Seated on the ground, in silence, are the elders of the daughter of Zion, They have lifted up dust on their head, have girded themselves with sackcloth,––Bowed down to the ground is the head, of the virgins of Jerusalem.
11 Blinded with tears are mine eyes, In ferment is my body, Poured out to the earth is my grief, for the sore hurt of the daughter of my people,––when child and suckling are swooning, in the broadways of the city.