10. Zion's leaders are silent.They just sit on the ground,tossing dust on their headsand wearing sackcloth.Her young women can do nothingbut stare at the ground.
11. My eyes are red from crying,my stomach is in knots,and I feel sick all over.My people are being wiped out,and children lie helplessin the streets of the city.
12. A child begs its motherfor food and drink,then blacks outlike a wounded soldierlying in the street.The child slowly diesin its mother's arms.