The Holy Scripture
Chapter XXXV
And I, Baruch, went to the holy place, and sat down upon the ruins and wept, and said:
'O that mine eyes were springs, And mine eyelids a fount of tears.
For how shall I lament for Zion, And how shall I mourn for Jerusalem?
Because in that place where I am now prostrate, Of old the high priest offered holy sacrifices, And placed thereon an incense of fragrant odors.
But now our glorying has been made into dust, And the desire of our soul into sand.' 36-37. The Vision of the Forest, the Vine, the Fountain and the Cedar