Her uncleanness is on her skirt; she has no thought of her future.
Her downfall is astonishing, with no one to comfort her.
“Look, O Lord, at my misery; how the enemy triumphs!”
The foe stretched out his hands to all her precious things;
She has seen the nations enter her sanctuary,
Those you forbade to come into your assembly.
All her people groan, searching for bread;
They give their precious things for food, to retain the breath of life.
“Look, O Lord, and pay attention to how I have been demeaned!
Come, all who pass by the way, pay attention and see:
Is there any pain like my pain, which has been ruthlessly inflicted upon me,
With which the Lord has tormented me on the day of his blazing wrath?
From on high he hurled fire down into my very bones;
He spread out a net for my feet, and turned me back.
He has left me desolate, in misery all day long.
The yoke of my rebellions is bound together, fastened by his hand.
His yoke is upon my neck; he has made my strength fail.
The Lord has delivered me into the grip of those I cannot resist.
All my valiant warriors my Lord has cast away;
He proclaimed a feast against me to crush my young men;
My Lord has trodden in the wine press virgin daughter Judah.
For these things I weep—My eyes! My eyes! They stream with tears!
How far from me is anyone to comfort, anyone to restore my life.
My children are desolate; the enemy has prevailed.”
Zion stretches out her hands, with no one to comfort her;
The Lord has ordered against Jacob his foes all around;
Jerusalem has become in their midst a thing unclean.
“The Lord is in the right; I had defied his command.
Listen, all you peoples, and see my pain:
My young women and young men have gone into captivity.
I cried out to my lovers, but they failed me.
My priests and my elders perished in the city;
How desperately they searched for food, to save their lives!
Look, O Lord, at the anguish I suffer! My stomach churns,
And my heart recoils within me: How bitter I am!
Outside the sword bereaves— indoors, there is death.
Hear how I am groaning; there is no one to comfort me.
All my enemies hear of my misery and rejoice over what you have done.
Bring on the day you proclaimed, and let them become like me!
Let all their evil come before you and deal with them
As you have so ruthlessly dealt with me for all my rebellions.
My groans are many, my heart is sick.”
Her uncleanness is on her skirt; she has no thought of her future.
Her downfall is astonishing, with no one to comfort her.
“Look, O Lord, at my misery; how the enemy triumphs!”
The foe stretched out his hands to all her precious things;
She has seen the nations enter her sanctuary,
Those you forbade to come into your assembly.
All her people groan, searching for bread;
They give their precious things for food, to retain the breath of life.
“Look, O Lord, and pay attention to how I have been demeaned!
Come, all who pass by the way, pay attention and see:
Is there any pain like my pain, which has been ruthlessly inflicted upon me,
With which the Lord has tormented me on the day of his blazing wrath?
From on high he hurled fire down into my very bones;
He spread out a net for my feet, and turned me back.
He has left me desolate, in misery all day long.
The yoke of my rebellions is bound together, fastened by his hand.
His yoke is upon my neck; he has made my strength fail.
The Lord has delivered me into the grip of those I cannot resist.
All my valiant warriors my Lord has cast away;
He proclaimed a feast against me to crush my young men;
My Lord has trodden in the wine press virgin daughter Judah.
For these things I weep—My eyes! My eyes! They stream with tears!
How far from me is anyone to comfort, anyone to restore my life.
My children are desolate; the enemy has prevailed.”
Zion stretches out her hands, with no one to comfort her;
The Lord has ordered against Jacob his foes all around;
Jerusalem has become in their midst a thing unclean.
“The Lord is in the right; I had defied his command.
Listen, all you peoples, and see my pain:
My young women and young men have gone into captivity.
I cried out to my lovers, but they failed me.
My priests and my elders perished in the city;
How desperately they searched for food, to save their lives!
Look, O Lord, at the anguish I suffer! My stomach churns,
And my heart recoils within me: How bitter I am!
Outside the sword bereaves— indoors, there is death.
Hear how I am groaning; there is no one to comfort me.
All my enemies hear of my misery and rejoice over what you have done.
Bring on the day you proclaimed, and let them become like me!
Let all their evil come before you and deal with them
As you have so ruthlessly dealt with me for all my rebellions.
My groans are many, my heart is sick.”
Her uncleanness is on her skirt; she has no thought of her future.
Her downfall is astonishing, with no one to comfort her.
“Look, O Lord, at my misery; how the enemy triumphs!”
The foe stretched out his hands to all her precious things;
She has seen the nations enter her sanctuary,
Those you forbade to come into your assembly.
All her people groan, searching for bread;
They give their precious things for food, to retain the breath of life.
“Look, O Lord, and pay attention to how I have been demeaned!
Come, all who pass by the way, pay attention and see:
Is there any pain like my pain, which has been ruthlessly inflicted upon me,
With which the Lord has tormented me on the day of his blazing wrath?
From on high he hurled fire down into my very bones;
He spread out a net for my feet, and turned me back.
He has left me desolate, in misery all day long.
The yoke of my rebellions is bound together, fastened by his hand.
His yoke is upon my neck; he has made my strength fail.
The Lord has delivered me into the grip of those I cannot resist.
All my valiant warriors my Lord has cast away;
He proclaimed a feast against me to crush my young men;
My Lord has trodden in the wine press virgin daughter Judah.
For these things I weep—My eyes! My eyes! They stream with tears!
How far from me is anyone to comfort, anyone to restore my life.
My children are desolate; the enemy has prevailed.”
Zion stretches out her hands, with no one to comfort her;
The Lord has ordered against Jacob his foes all around;
Jerusalem has become in their midst a thing unclean.
“The Lord is in the right; I had defied his command.
Listen, all you peoples, and see my pain:
My young women and young men have gone into captivity.
I cried out to my lovers, but they failed me.
My priests and my elders perished in the city;
How desperately they searched for food, to save their lives!
Look, O Lord, at the anguish I suffer! My stomach churns,
And my heart recoils within me: How bitter I am!
Outside the sword bereaves— indoors, there is death.
Hear how I am groaning; there is no one to comfort me.
All my enemies hear of my misery and rejoice over what you have done.
Bring on the day you proclaimed, and let them become like me!
Let all their evil come before you and deal with them
As you have so ruthlessly dealt with me for all my rebellions.
My groans are many, my heart is sick.”