Their heart cried unto the Lord: O wall of the daughter of Zion, let tears run down like a river day and night; Give thyself no respite; let not the apple of thine eye cease.
Sade. Þe herte of hem criede to þe Lord, on þe wallis of þe douyter of Syon; leede thou forth teeris as a stronde, bi dai and niyt; yyue thou not reste to þee, neþer þe appil of thin iye be stille.