"The hands of the pitiful women have sodden their own children: they were their meat in the destruction of the daughter of my people."

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

"But thou hast utterly rejected us; thou art very wroth against us."

"Her filthiness is in her skirts; she remembereth not her last end; therefore she came down wonderfully: she had no comforter. O LORD, behold my affliction: for the enemy hath magnified himself."

"Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness."