¹⁸ The hearts of the people
    cry out to the Lord.^(A)
You walls of Daughter Zion,^(B)
    let your tears^(C) flow like a river
    day and night;^(D)
give yourself no relief,
    your eyes no rest.^(E)

¹⁷ Because of this our hearts^(A) are faint,^(B)
    because of these things our eyes^(C) grow dim^(D)

⁷ My eyes grow weak^(A) with sorrow;
    they fail because of all my foes.