The poem opens with a question of astonishment: how is it that the city once full of people now sits alone? She who was great among the nations has become like a widow, and the princess among the provinces has been put to forced labor. She weeps in the night, with tears on her cheeks, and among all her lovers she has no one to comfort her; her friends have dealt treacherously with her. Judah has gone into exile, the roads to Zion mourn because none come to the festivals and her priests groan.
The narrator explains the cause: the Lord has afflicted her for the multitude of her transgressions. All her majesty has departed from the daughter of Zion, and her princes are like deer that find no pasture. Jerusalem sinned grievously, so she is treated with contempt. The enemy stretched out his hand over all her precious things, the nations entered her sanctuary and her people groan as they seek bread.
From verse 12 Zion herself speaks. She asks those who pass by whether it means nothing to them, and asks them to see if there is any sorrow like hers, which the Lord inflicted on the day of his anger. She weeps because the comforter who would restore her life is far away. Zion stretches out her hands and there is no one to comfort her.
The poem ends with a confession and a plea. The Lord is in the right, for she has rebelled against his word. Her lovers deceived her, and her priests and elders perished while seeking food. She asks God to see her distress and to bring on her enemies, who rejoice in her trouble, the day he announced.