Thomson(i)
 11 Mine eyes failed with tears; my heart was astounded. My glory was poured on the ground for the distress of the daughter of my people when the infant and suckling expired in the streets of the city.
 12 To their mothers they said, "Where is corn and wine, "when they were fainting like wounded men in the streets of the city; when they were pouring out their souls in their mothers' bosom.
 13 What shall I take to witness for thee? Or to what shall I liken thee, daughter of Jerusalem? Who can save and comfort thee, virgin daughter of Sion? Because thy cup of ruin hath been large, who can heal thee?
 14 Thy prophets saw vanities and follies for thee; they made no revelations against thine iniquity to turn away thy captivity, but saw for thee false burdens and expellings.