2 She weeps bitterly in the night,
with tears on her cheeks;
among all her blovers
she has none to comfort her;
all her friends have dealt treacherously with her;
they have become her enemies.
9 Her uncleanness was in her skirts;
she took no thought of her future;1
therefore her fall is terrible;
she has no comforter.
“O Lord, behold my affliction,
for the enemy has triumphed!”
16 “For these things nI weep;
my eyes flow with tears;
for a comforter is far from me,
one to revive my spirit;
my children are desolate,
for the enemy has prevailed.”
17 Zion ostretches out her hands,
but there is none to comfort her;
the Lord has commanded against Jacob
that his neighbors should be his foes;
Jerusalem has become
a filthy thing among them.
21 “They heard1 my groaning,
yet there is no one to comfort me.
All my enemies have heard of my trouble;
they are glad that you have done it.
You have brought2 the day you announced;
now let them be as I am.
