Jeremías 9

Car on entend une clameur plaintive s'élever de Sion: "Quel désastre nous avons subi! Que notre confusion est extrême! Nous devons quitter notre pays, on a jeté bas nos demeures!"

Y dense prisa, y levanten llanto sobre nosotros, y córranse nuestros ojos en lágrimas, y nuestros párpados en aguas se destilen.

And let them make haste, and take up a wailing for us, that our eyes may run down with tears, and our eyelids gush out with waters.

Let them make haste and take up a wailing for us, that our eyes may run down with tears and our eyelids gush out with waters.