וּתְמַהֵ֕רְנָה וְתִשֶּׂ֥נָה עָלֵ֖ינוּ נֶ֑הִי וְתֵרַ֤דְנָה עֵינֵ֙ינוּ֙ דִּמְעָ֔ה וְעַפְעַפֵּ֖ינוּ יִזְּלוּ־מָֽיִם׃
Y dense prisa, y levanten llanto sobre nosotros, y córranse nuestros ojos en lágrimas, y nuestros párpados en aguas se destilen.
Siddur Edot HaMizrach
On the tenth month, the hands of the enemy held a shield and armor. On the tenth of the month, like a man prepared for war against the 'faithful town.' Because of this, gentle community, gird sackcloth; remove your crown and cast it away; raise the dirge to the mountains. Your people calls out a dirge before You on this day, and our eyes flow with water upon the destruction of Your house. Arouse the day of vengeance against the enemies that roar in Your house! 'Let me know Your paths, Lord; teach me Your ways.'