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 rest; let not the apple of thine eye
cease. Arise, cry out in the night: in the beginning of
the watches pour out thine heart like water before the
face of the Lord: lift up thy hands toward him for the
life of thy young children, that faint for hunger in the
top of every street."