1 And I, Baruch, went to the holy place, and sat down upon the ruins and wept, and said:
2 ‘O that mine eyes were springs,
And mine eyelids a fount of tears.
3 For how shall I lament for Zion,
And how shall I mourn for Jerusalem?
4 Because in that place where I am now prostrate,
Of old the high priest offered holy sacrifices,
And placed thereon an incense of fragrant odors.
5 But now our glorying has been made into dust,
And the desire of our soul into sand.’