Lamentations 3.48 ~ Tears

Mine eye runneth down with rivers of water, 
Put each drop in your bottle,
Before they wash me away.
And, please write them in your book,
Before I forget my lesson.
For the destruction of the daughter of my people
Has caused me to cry to you.
I shouldn't be a stranger to my knees;
"This I know; for God is for me."