18  Their heart cried to the Lord.

O ^qwall of the daughter of Zion,

^rlet tears stream down like a torrent

^sday and night!

^tGive yourself no rest,

^uyour eyes no respite!

17  For this ^tour heart has become sick,

for these things ^uour eyes have grown dim,

7  My ^feye wastes away because of grief;

it grows weak because of all my foes.