21  ^dFor the wound of the daughter of my people is my heart wounded;

I mourn, and dismay has taken hold on me.

1  ¹ Oh that my head were waters,

and my eyes a fountain of ^ftears,

that I might weep day and night

for the slain of the daughter of my people!

17  “You shall say to them this word:

‘Let my eyes run down with ^dtears night and day,

and let them not cease,

for the virgin daughter of my people is shattered with a great wound,

with a very grievous blow.

11  My eyes are spent with weeping;

^cmy stomach churns;

my bile is poured out to the ground

^dbecause of the destruction of the daughter of my people,

because ^einfants and babies faint

in the streets of the city.

48  my eyes flow with rivers of tears

^cbecause of the destruction of the daughter of my people.