Lamentations 2:11-13

Good News Translation

¹¹ My eyes are worn out with weeping; my soul is in anguish.
    I am exhausted with grief at the destruction of my people.
    Children and babies are fainting in the streets of the city.

¹² Hungry and thirsty, they cry to their mothers;
    They fall in the streets as though they were wounded,
    And slowly die in their mothers' arms.

¹³ O Jerusalem, beloved Jerusalem, what can I say?
    How can I comfort you? No one has ever suffered like this.
    Your disaster is boundless as the ocean; there is no possible hope.