AND I, Baruk, went to the holy place, and sat down upon the ruins and wept and said:
O that my eyes were springs, and my eyelids a fount of tears.
For how shall I lament for Tsiyon, and how shall I mourn for Yerushalayim?
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.
But now our glorying has been made into dust, and the desire of our soul into sand.