The children are desolate; the enemy has prevailed.
The tongue of the infant cleaves
to the roof of its mouth in thirst;
Children beg for bread,
but no one gives them a piece.
My eyes stream with tears over the destruction
of the daughter of my people.
looks down and sees.
Even now our eyes are worn out,
searching in vain for help;
From our watchtower we have watched
for a nation unable to save.
Our pursuers were swifter
than eagles in the sky,
In the mountains they were hot on our trail,
they ambushed us in the wilderness.
Rise up! Wail in the night,
at the start of every watch;
Pour out your heart like water
before the Lord...