⁴ Therefore I said, “Turn away from me;
    let me weep^(A) bitterly.
Do not try to console me
    over the destruction of my people.”^(B)

²⁶ Put on sackcloth,^(A) my people,
    and roll in ashes;^(B)
mourn with bitter wailing^(C)
    as for an only son,^(D)
for suddenly the destroyer^(E)
    will come upon us.

²¹ Since my people are crushed,^(A) I am crushed;
    I mourn,^(B) and horror grips me.

²² Is there no balm in Gilead?^(A)
    Is there no physician^(B) there?
Why then is there no healing^(C)
    for the wound of my people?

¹¹ My eyes fail from weeping,^(A)
    I am in torment within^(B);
my heart^(C) is poured out^(D) on the ground
    because my people are destroyed,^(E)
because children and infants faint^(F)
    in the streets of the city.