9  Her uncleanness was ^ain her skirts;

^bshe took no thought of her future;¹

therefore her fall is terrible;

^cshe has no comforter.

“O Lord, behold my affliction,

for the enemy has ^dtriumphed!”

11  All her people ^zgroan

as ^hthey search for bread;

they trade their ^etreasures for ⁱfood

to revive their strength.

“Look, O Lord, and see,

for I am despised.”

20  “Look, O Lord, for I am in distress;

^bmy stomach churns;

my heart is wrung within me,

because I have been very rebellious.

^cIn the street the sword bereaves;

in the house it is like death.