Lamentations 5:8-16

8Bondmen rule over us: there is no deliverer out of their hand.

9We have to get our bread at the risk of our lives, because of the sword of the wilderness.

10Our skin gloweth like an oven, because of the burning heat of the famine.

11They have ravished the women in Zion, the maids in the cities of Judah.

12Princes were hanged up by their hand; the faces of elders were not honoured.

13The young men have borne the mill, and the youths have stumbled under the wood.

14The elders have ceased from the gate, the young men from their music.

15The joy of our heart hath ceased; our dance is turned into mourning.

16The crown is fallen from our head: woe unto us, for we have sinned!