18. Cry out to my Lord from the heart, you wall of Daughter Zion;make your tears run down like a flood all day and night.Don’t relax at all; don’t rest your eyes a moment.
19. Get up and cry out at nighttime, at the start of the night shift; pour out your heart before my Lord like water.Lift your hands up to him for the life of your children—the ones who are fainting from hunger on every street corner.
20. Lord, look and see to whom you have done this!Should women eat their own offspring, their own beautiful babies?Should priest and prophet be killed in my Lord’s own sanctuary?
21. Young and old alike lie on the ground in the streets;my young women and young men fall dead by the sword.On the day of your anger, you killed; you slaughtered, showing no compassion.
22. You invited—as if to a festival!—terrors from every side.On the day of the Lord’s anger, no one escaped, not one survived.The children that I nurtured, that I raised myself, my enemy finished them off.