Mine eye runneth down with rivers of water for the
destruction of the daughters of my people. Mine eye
trickleth down, and ceaseth not, without any intermission,
till the Lord look down, and behold from heaven. Mine eye
affecteth my heart, because of all the daughters of my city.
Will I stop to grieve the losses which are evident to me today? Will I allow myself to feel?
What I see affects my heart, and I let the tears come.
Lord God, I wait for you when my heart is sad, and I give you all of my tears.