²⁶ O daughter of my people, put on sackcloth
    and roll in ashes;
make mourning as for an only child,
    most bitter lamentation,
for suddenly the destroyer
    will come upon us.^(A)

²² Is there no balm in Gilead?
    Is there no physician there?
Why then has the health of the daughter of my people
    not been restored?^(A)

¹¹ My eyes are spent with weeping;
    my stomach churns;
my bile is poured out on the ground
    because of the destruction of my people,^[a]
because infants and babes faint
    in the streets of the city.^(A)