14 My steps are being watched;
by his hand they are tripped up.
His yoke is on my neck;
he makes my strength fail.
My Lord has handed me over
to people I can’t resist.
15 My Lord has despised my mighty warriors.
He called a feast for me—
in order to crush my young men!
My Lord has stomped on the winepress
of the young woman Daughter Judah.
16 Because of all these things I’m crying.
My eyes, my own eyes pour water
because a comforter who might
encourage me is nowhere near.
My children are destroyed because the
enemy was so strong.
