LEB(i)
11 My eyes have ⌊spent all their tears⌋;* ⌊my stomach⌋* is in torment, ⌊my heart⌋* is poured out on the earth because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because child and babe faint in the public squares of a city.
12 To their mothers they say, "Where is the bread and wine?" as they faint like the wounded in the public squares of a city, as their life is being poured out onto the bosom of their mothers.
13 What can I say for you? What can I compare to you, O daughter of Jerusalem? To what can I liken you so that I can comfort you, O virgin daughter of Zion? For your destruction is as vast as the sea; who can heal you?
14 Your prophets had a vision for you, false and worthless; they have not exposed your sin, to restore your fortune; they have seen oracles for you, false and misleading.