⁶ I am weary with my moaning;
    every night I flood my bed with tears;
    I drench my couch with my weeping.

⁷ Jerusalem remembers^[a] all the precious things
    that were hers in days of old.
When her people fell into the hand of the enemy
    and there was no one to help her,
the enemy looked on;
    they mocked over her downfall.^(A)