2.Our inheritance is turned to the strangers, our houses to the aliantes.
3.We are fatherless, even without father, and our mothers are as widows.
5.Our necks are under persecution: we are weary, and have no rest.
8.Servants have ruled over us, none would deliver us out of their hands.
10.Our skin was black like as an oven because of the terrible famine.
11.They defiled the women in Zión, and the maids in the cities of Judáh.
15.The joy of our hearts is gone, our dance is turned into mourning.
16.The crown of our head is fallen: wo now unto us, that we have sinned.
18.Because of the mountain of Zión which is desolate: the foxes run upon it.
20.Wherefore doest thou forget us for ever, and forsake us so long time?
22.But thou hast utterly rejected us: thou art exceedingly angry against us.