I am cursed in the city
I am cursed in the field
I am defeated before my enemies
I am struck with madness and confusion of mind
I am oppressed and robbed continually
Another man ravishes my wife
I built a house, but I do not dwell in it
I planted a vinyard, but I do not eat of it
I saw my ox slaughtered, and I couldn’t even eat it
My donkey has been taken
My sheep have been given to my enemies
My daughters have been given to another
A nation I have not known has devoured me
I have been stricken with incurable disease
My olive tree produces no oil
The foreigner is my lender
I eat the flesh of my children
I am scattered from one end of the earth to another
Diaspora
