Lamentations 5:8-16

8Servants rule over us; There is none to deliver us from their hand.

9We get our bread at the risk of our lives, Because of the sword in the wilderness.

10Our skin is hot as an oven, Because of the fever of famine.

11They ravished the women in Zion, The maidens in the cities of Judah.

12Princes were hung up by their hands, And elders were not respected.

13Young men ground at the millstones; Boys staggered under loads of wood.

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

15The joy of our heart has ceased; Our dance has turned into mourning.

16The crown has fallen from our head. Woe to us, for we have sinned!