17. Let them come quicklyand raise for us a dirge,That our eyes may run with tears,our pupils flow with water.
18. The sound of the dirge is heard from Zion:We are ruined and greatly ashamed;We have left the land,given up our dwellings!
19. Hear, you women, the word of the Lord,let your ears receive the word of his mouth.Teach your daughters a dirge,and each other a lament:
20. Death has come up through our windows,has entered our citadels,To cut down children in the street,young people in the squares.