lamentations

....bitterly she weeps at night, tears are upon her cheeks... there is none to comfort her... her filthiness clung to her skirts; she did not consider her future. her fall was astounding; there was none to comfort her... see, o Lord, how distressed i am! i am in torment within, and in my heart i am disturbed, for i have been most rebellious... my groans are many and my heart is faint....