'My People' in the Bible

My eyes are worn out from crying, my insides are churning, My emotions pour out in grief because my people are destroyed Children and infants faint in the streets of the city.

I have become a laughingstock to all my people, the object of their taunts throughout the day.

Even wild animals nurse, suckling their young; but the women of my people are cruel, like ostriches in the wilderness.