[15] The Lord hath trodden under foot all my mighty men in the midst of me: he hath called an assembly against me to crush my young men: the Lord hath trodden the virgin, the daughter of Judah, as in a winepress. [16] For these things I weep; mine eye, runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.