1And I, Baruch, went to the holy place, and sat down upon the ruins and wept, and said:
2'O that mine eyes were springs, And 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 offered holy sacrifices, And placed thereon an incense of fragrant odours.