'My People' in the Bible

My eyes are worn out from weeping, my stomach is churning. My heart is poured on the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because the young children and the infants faint in the streets of the city.

I have become a laughingstock to all my people, and their song all the day.

Streams of tears run down from my eyes because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.

Even the jackals offer the breast, they nurse their young ones, but the daughter of my people has become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.

For the iniquity of the daughter of my people is greater than the sin of Sodom, which was overthrown in an instant, and no hands were laid on her.

The hands of the compassionate women have cooked their own children; they were their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people.