Lamentations 5:8-16

8Slaves rule over us. There is no one to deliver us from their hand.

9We get our bread at the peril of our lives because of the sword in the desert.

10Our skin is hot as an oven due to fever from famine.

11The women in Zion have been ravished, maidens in the towns of Judah.

12Princes are hung up by their hands; elders are dishonored.

13Young men toil at the millstone. Boys stagger under loads of wood.

14Elders are gone from the gate, young men from their music.

15Joy has ceased in our hearts. Our dance has turned into mourning.

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