Lamentations 5:8-16

8Slaves have now become our masters; there is no one left to rescue us.

9We hunt for food at the risk of our lives, for violence rules the countryside.

10The famine has blackened our skin as though baked in an oven.

11Our enemies rape the women in Jerusalem and the young girls in all the towns of Judah.

12Our princes are being hanged by their thumbs, and our elders are treated with contempt.

13Young men are led away to work at millstones, and boys stagger under heavy loads of wood.

14The elders no longer sit in the city gates; the young men no longer dance and sing.

15Joy has left our hearts; our dancing has turned to mourning.

16The garlands have fallen from our heads. Weep for us because we have sinned.