¹⁸ Their heart cried to the Lord.
    O ^(A)wall of the daughter of Zion,
^(B)let tears stream down like a torrent
    ^(C)day and night!
^(D)Give yourself no rest,
    ^(E)your eyes no respite!

¹⁷ For this ^(A)our heart has become sick,
    for these things ^(B)our eyes have grown dim,

⁷ My ^(A)eye wastes away because of grief;
    it grows weak because of all my foes.