⁹ Her filthiness clung to her skirts;
    she did not consider her future.^(A)
Her fall^(B) was astounding;
    there was none to comfort^(C) her.
“Look, Lord, on my affliction,^(D)
    for the enemy has triumphed.”

¹¹ All her people groan^(A)
    as they search for bread;^(B)
they barter their treasures for food
    to keep themselves alive.
“Look, Lord, and consider,
    for I am despised.”

²⁰ “See, Lord, how distressed^(A) I am!
    I am in torment^(B) within,
and in my heart I am disturbed,^(C)
    for I have been most rebellious.^(D)
Outside, the sword bereaves;
    inside, there is only death.^(E)