¹⁸ The hearts of Jerusalem’s people
    cried out to Adonay, the wall of Zion’s people.
        Let your tears run down like a river day and night.
            Don’t let them stop.
                Don’t let your eyes rest.
¹⁹ Get up! Cry out at night, every hour on the hour.
    Pour your heart out like water in the presence of Adonay.
        Lift up your hands to him in prayer
            for the life of your little children
                who faint from hunger at every street corner.”

²⁰ “O Yahweh, look and consider:
    Have you ever treated anyone like this?
        Should women eat their own children,
            the children they have nursed?
        Should priests and prophets be killed in Adonay’s holy place?