2 She weeps bitterly at night, And her tears are upon her cheeks. Among all her lovers there is no comforter for her. All her friends have betrayed her, They have become her enemies.

3 Yehuḏah has gone into exile, Because of affliction and because of harsh labour. She has dwelt among nations, She has found no rest. All her pursuers have overtaken her Between narrow places.

4 The ways to Tsiyon mourn For no one comes to the appointed times. [1] All her gates are deserted, Her priests sigh, her maidens are afflicted, And she has bitterness.