LEB(i)
12 Is it nothing to you, ⌊all who pass by⌋?* Look and see if there is sorrow like my sorrow,* which was dealt to me, which Yahweh inflicted on the ⌊day of his wrath⌋.*
13 From heaven he sent fire, into my bones he let it descend. He spread out a net for my feet; he turned me back, he gave me devastation, fainting all day.
14 My rebellion was bound as a yoke, with his hand it was fastened together; it was put on my neck and caused my strength to fail. The Lord gave me into the hands of those whom I cannot withstand.
15 The Lord has rejected all my mighty ones in my midst. He called an assembly against me, to crush my young men; like in a wine press, the Lord has trodden on the virgin daughter of Judah.
16 For these things, I am weeping, ⌊my eyes flow with tears⌋;* because a comforter is far from me, one to restore my life. My sons are desolate because the enemy has prevailed.