Lamentations 2:11-12 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.

Rotherham⁽ⁱ⁾ 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. ¹² To their mothers, they keep saying, Where are corn and wine? Swooning off, like one thrust through, in the broadways of the city, pouring out their life into the bosom of their mothers.