15 My power* has dried up just like a fragment of earthenware,+

And my tongue is made to stick to my gums;*+

And in the dust of death you are setting me.+

11 My eyes have come to their end in sheer tears.+ My intestines are in a ferment.+

My liver has been poured out to the very earth,+ on account of the crash of the daughter of my people,+

Because of the fainting away of child and suckling in the public squares of the town.+