^11 (A)My eyes are spent with weeping;
    ^(B)my stomach churns;
^(C)my bile is poured out to the ground
    ^(D)because of the destruction of the daughter of my people,
^(E)because infants and babies ^(F)faint
    in the streets of the city.

²⁷ My inward parts are in turmoil and never still;
    days of affliction ^(A)come to meet me.

¹¹ Therefore ^(A)my inner parts moan like a lyre for Moab,
    and my inmost self for Kir-hareseth.