Chapter 2 _{15 All that pass by clap their hands at thee; they hiss and wag their head at the daughter of Jerusalem, saying, Is this the city that men call The perfection of beauty, The joy of the whole earth?16 All thine enemies have opened their mouth against thee: they hiss and gnash the teeth: they say, We have swallowed her up: certainly this is the day that we looked for; we have found, we have seen it.17 The LORD hath done that which he had devised; he hath fulfilled his word that he had commanded in the days of old: he hath thrown down, and hath not pitied: and he hath caused thine enemy to rejoice over thee, he hath set up the horn of thine adversaries.18 Their heart cried unto the LORD, O wall of the daughter of Zion, let tears run down like a river day and night: give thyself no rest; let not the apple of thine eye cease.19 Arise, cry out in the night: in the beginning of the watches pour out thine heart like water before the face of the LORD: lift up thy hands toward him for the life of thy young children, that faint for hunger in the top of every street.20 Behold, O LORD, and consider to whom thou hast done this. Shall the women eat their fruit, and children of a span long? shall the priest and the prophet be slain in the sanctuary of the Lord?21 The young and the old lie on the ground in the streets: my virgins and my young men are fallen by the sword; thou hast slain them in the day of thine anger; thou hast killed, and not pitied.22 Thou hast called as in a solemn day my terrors round about, so that in the day of the LORD's anger none escaped nor remained: those that I have swaddled and brought up hath mine enemy consumed.}

Chapter 3 _{1 I AM the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.2 He hath led me, and brought me into darkness, but not into light.3 Surely against me is he turned; he turneth his hand against me all the day.4 My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.5 He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.6 He hath set me in dark places, as they that be dead of old.7 He hath hedged me about, that I cannot get out: he hath made my chain heavy.8 Also when I cry and shout, he shutteth out my prayer.9 He hath inclosed my ways with hewn stone, he hath made my paths crooked.10 He was unto me as a bear lying in wait, and as a lion in secret places.11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.12 He hath bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.}