18 Their heart cried to the Lord.
O qwall of the daughter of Zion,
rlet tears stream down like a torrent
sday and night!
tGive yourself no rest,
uyour eyes no respite!
17 For this tour heart has become sick,
for these things uour eyes have grown dim,
7 My feye wastes away because of grief;
it grows weak because of all my foes.