No comforter; the indwelling Word humbled; enemy magnified

And all these things, it says, the one more tropically called Jerusalem having suffered, she did not even have abundance of the one comforting; for having turned away from the Word in her and having become wholly of the passion, she has lost the helper—the one who always arms the disposition that attends to him against the pains and against the things thought terrible. And upon these things see my humiliation—me the citizen; as a kinsman of a soul would say: the passion of my fellow-citizen, because of the love of humanity in which I was taught, is my calamity. Understand, then, O Lord, and do not utterly leave the one who has suffered the things said before; do not overlook the enemy against her—I mean wickedness magnified and poured out against her. And more tropically “See, O Lord, my humiliation” can be said by the Word existing in the soul, having been dishonored and humbled and, so to speak, having lost its own kingdom.