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  9  Her gates have sunk into the earth; He hath destroyed and broken her bars:
Her king and her princces are among the nations; there is no law.
Her prophets also find no vision from Jahveh. 10  The elders of the daughter of Zion sit upon the ground, they silent;
They have cast up dust upon their head, they have clothed themselves with sackcloth garments:
The virgins of Jerusalem have brought down their head to the earth. 11  Mine eyes waste away with tears, My bowels glow,
My liver is poured out on the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people;
Because the young child and the suckling pine away in the streets of the city. 12  They said to their mothers, Where is corn and wine?
When they were fainting like one wounded in the streets of the city,
When their soul was poured out into the bosom of their mothers. 13  What slall I testify against thee? what shall I compare to thee, O daughter of Jerusalem?
What shall I liken to thee, that I may comfort thee, O virgin daughter of Zion?
For thy destruction is great, like the sea; who can heal thee? 14  Thy prophets have seen for thee vanity and absurdity,
And have not revealed thine iniquity, to turn thy captivity;
But they have seen for thee burdens of vanity, and expulsion. 15  All that pass by the way clap [their] hands against thee;
They hiss and shake their head against the daughter of Jerusalem [saying, "Is] this the city that they call "The perfection of beauty, a joy of the whole earth?'" 16  All thine enemies have opened their mouth against thee:
They hiss and gnash the teeth; they say, "We have swallowed [her];
Assuredly this is the day that we have expected; we have found [it], we have seen [it]." 17  Jahveh hath done what He hath purposed:
He hath executed His word which He commanded from the days of yore: He hath broken down, and hath not spared:
And He hath made the enemy rejoice over thee; He hath raised up the horn of thine adversaries. 18  Their heart crieth out unto the Lord.
O wall of the daughter of Zion, let tears run down like a stream by day and by night:
Give thyself no rest; let not the apple of thine eye cease. 19  Arise, wail in the night; at the beginning of the watches,
Pour out thy heart like water before the face of the Lord:
Lift up thine hands to Him for the soul of thy young children,
That faint for hunger at the head of every street.