¹¹ They have treated the brokenness
of my dear^[a] people superficially,
claiming, “Peace, peace,”
when there is no peace.

²¹ I am broken by the brokenness
of my dear people.^(A)
I mourn; horror has taken hold of me.

¹¹ My eyes are worn out from weeping;^(A)
I am churning within.
My heart is poured out in grief^[a](B)
because of the destruction of my dear people,^(C)
because infants and nursing babies faint
in the streets of the city.^(D)

⁴⁸ My eyes flow with streams of tears
because of the destruction of my dear people.