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!

18  let them make haste and raise a wailing over us,

that our eyes may run down with ^stears

and our eyelids flow with water.

17  But if you will not listen,

my soul will weep in secret for your pride;

my eyes will weep bitterly and run down with ^htears,

because the Lord’s flock has been taken captive.