And I, Baruch, went to the holy place, and sat down upon the ruins and wept, and said:
2"Become ye springs, O mine eyes, and ye, mine eyelids, a fount of tears.
3For how shall I lament for Zion, and how shall I mourn for Jerusalem?
4Because in that place where I am now prostrate, Of old the high priest used to offer holy sacrifices, and to place thereon the smoke of thea incense of fragrant odours.
5But now our glorying has been made into dust, and the desire of our soul into sand.'