Source: R.H. Charles translation (1913, public domain)
1And I, Baruch, went unto 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 odors.
5But now our glorying has been made into dust, And the desire of our soul into sand.'