11  ^rMy eyes are spent with weeping;

^smy stomach churns;

^tmy bile is poured out to the ground

^ubecause of the destruction of the daughter of my people,

^vbecause infants and babies ^wfaint

in the streets of the city.

27  My inward parts are in turmoil and never still;

days of affliction ^scome to meet me.

11  Therefore ^mmy inner parts moan like a lyre for Moab,

and my inmost self for Kir-hareseth.