15 All my valiant warriors my Lord has cast away; He proclaimed a feast against me to crush my young men; My Lord has trodden in the wine press virgin daughter Judah.

16 For these things I weep—My eyes! My eyes! They stream with tears! How far from me is anyone to comfort, anyone to restore my life. My children are desolate; the enemy has prevailed." [AG]

17 Zion stretches out her hands, with no one to comfort her; The Lord has ordered against Jacob his foes all around; Jerusalem has become in their midst a thing unclean.