every night I flood my bed with tears;
I drench my couch with my weeping.
and my eyes a fountain of tears,
that I might weep day and night
for the slain of jthe daughter of my people!
17 But if you will not listen,
imy soul will weep in secret for your pride;
my eyes will weep bitterly and run down with tears,
because the Lord’s flock has been taken captive.