For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water; Because the comforter that should refresh my soul is far from me: My children are desolate, because the enemy hath prevailed.

For these things I am weeping; my eye is streaming with water; because the comforter who might give me new life is far from me: my children are made waste, because the hater is strong.

Δια ταυτα εγω θρηνω· οι οφθαλμοι μου, οι οφθαλμοι μου καταρρεουσιν υδατα· διοτι απεμακρυνθη απ' εμου ο παρηγορητης ο αναζωοποιων την ψυχην μου· οι υιοι μου ηφανισθησαν, διοτι υπερισχυσεν ο εχθρος.

For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.