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howso sitteth lone a city filled with folk it is like a
widow lord of peoples princess of
provinces it is under tribute it weeps weeping in night and her tears on her cheek
none is who consoleth her of all her
lovers all her friends have spurned her and are her enemies fleeth Judah out of affliction and much of service
liveth among peoples findeth no rest
all her accusers grabbed her among strictures the ways of Zion mourn because none cometh at the appointed hour all her gates
are destroyed her ministers groan her virgins sigh and she
bitterly oppressed they are her foes on top her enemies grown fat since
the Lord spake against her out of
her much sinning her sucklings are led away into
captivity and gone out from the daughter of Zion all her honor
they are her princes become deer not
finding pasturage and fled without vigor before their
accusers recalling is Jerusalem the days of her affliction and prevarications all her
dearnesses which were hers in old days and there was none
help they saw her foes and scoffed at her sabbaths wrong wrongly hath Jerusalem done a wanderer it is all
who glorified her spurned her since
they saw her ignominy therefore she groaneth and
turns around backward her filth in her skirts she is not recalling her end
downcast is tremendously hath no consolers
look Lord at my affliction since that upreared
is the enemy his hand placed the foe on all her dearnesses since
peoples went in to her sanctuary of
whom thou taught they shall not come into your church all her folk groan and search bread out they gave
rarenesses in trade for food to revive the
soul look Lord regard since that I am wasted is it nothing to you who pass along the way attend and
look if there be pain like my pain
since that awful hath he spoken me the Lord in the day
of his furious ire from on high he placed fire in my bones and brought me down he spread a net for my
feet he hath turned me around backwards he left me
desolate all day to languish he is keen to the yoke of my sinning in his hand it is
twined and raised upon my neck
faltered is my virtù he gave me the Lord into hands from
which I cannot rise he piled all my mighty the Lord in my midst he called
against me time to undo my chosen in a
winetrough trod the Lord the virgin daughter of
Judah for this I weep and my eye outrunneth water since
faroff it is from me the comforter
converting my soul they are my sons lost since that victorious
is the enemy spreadeth Zion its hands none is who consoleth her commandeth the Lord against
Jacob around him his foe it is Jerusalem like an unclean
woman among them just is the Lord whose commandment I rebelled at hear
ye I beseech universal folk and look
at my pain my virgins and my young are fled into
captivity I called my friends and they deceived me my ministers
and my elders in the city expired
are since they searched food out wherewith to revive
their souls look Lord since that I suffer my belly is perturbed
upturned is my heart in me since that
rebellious I rebelled without the sword bereaves and at home
it is as death they have heard since I am sighing and none is who comforteth me my enemies have
heard my ill happy are since that you have done it you
shall bring the day you proclaimed and they shall be as
me let all their ill come before you and awfully do to
them even as you have done awfully to me
from all my sinning many are my groans and my heart
languisheth howso covereth with cloud in his fury the Lord the
daughter of Zion casteth down from
heaven to earth the beauty of Israel and not recalled is
his footstool in the day of his fury consumeth the Lord not spareth all the oases of Jacob destroyeth in his fury the
fortresses of the virgin of Judah bringeth them to earth
profaneth kingdom and princes thereof loppeth in furious ire all the horn of Israel turneth
away backwards his right hand from
before the enemy and demolisheth in Jacob like
blazing fire all around bendeth his bow like an enemy fixeth his right hand
like the foe and slayeth all the
dearnesses to be seen in the tent of the daughter of Zion poureth
like fire his wrath it is the Lord become enemy consumeth Israel consumeth
all her citadels dissolveth her
fortresses and filleth up in the daughter of Judah lament and
lamentation and dissolveth like a garden his tabernacle wrecked is
the place of his habitation giveth
to oblivion the Lord in Zion the appointed hour and
sabbath and spurneth in furious wrath his king and
minister casteth off the Lord his altar disowneth his sanctuary
giveth into the hand of the enemy the
walls of her citadels they gave voice in the house of the
Lord as at the appointed hour deviseth the Lord to dissolve the wall of the daughter
of Zion he stretched out his rope and
not turneth his hand from consuming grieveth thus rampart
and wall both dissolved are sunken are in earth her gates consumeth and breaketh
her bars her king and her princes
in peoples no law is and her prophets find no vision from
the Lord sitteth on earth keeping silent the elders of the
daughter of Zion casteth dust on their
heads girded are sackcloths bringeth down to earth the head
of the virgins of Jerusalem filleth with tears my eyes perturbed are my innards poured
out on earth is my liver over the
breaking of the daughter of my people with the falling of
suckling and babe in town squares to their mothers they say where is grain and wine with
falling like wounded in city squares
with breathing out their souls in their mothers’
bosom what shall I testify what liken to you daughter of
Jerusalem what equal you with and console
you virgin daughter of Zion for vast become as ocean
your breaking who shall heal it your prophets see you false and foolish not opening your sinning to undo your captivity
and see you loads false and banishments clappeth over thee all hands passing by the way
whistleth and waggeth their head over the
daughter of Jerusalem is this the city they say of consummate
loveliness the joy of universal earth openeth over thee their mouth all your enemies hisseth
and grindeth teeth saith we
consumed yea this is the day we awaited we found we saw doeth the Lord what he deviseth fulfilleth his word
which he taught from old days destroyeth
and not spareth and maketh happy over thee the
enemy and exalteth the horn of your foes crieth their heart to the Lord over the walls of the
daughter of Zion outrun like waters tears
by day and by night not take thy rest neither still the
apple of your eye arise praise in night in the first watch pour out as
water your heart before the presence of
the Lord raise to him your palms on the soul of your
sucklings that falleth in hunger at the top of all streets look Lord and regard to whom thou hast done awfully
shall it be that women eat their fruit
and suckling babes shall they be killed in the sanctuary
of the Lord minister and prophet lieth down in earth of streets boy and elder virgins
mine and chosen mine slain in sword you
killed in the day of your fury you slaughtered not spared calleth like the appointed day my fears from all around
and none was in the day of the
Lord’s fury who was delivered and survived those I
raised and reared my enemy hath ended I the man seeing affliction in the rod of his wrath me he leadeth and bringeth in darkness and not in light yea in me turneth and returneth his hand all day aged maketh my flesh and my skin breaketh my bones buildeth round about me and encompasseth want and weariness in dark places lodgeth me like sempiternal dead round about he buildeth against me that I not leave
maketh heavy my shackles yet and with crying and pleading shutteth off my prayer closeth my ways in squareset stone my paths corrupteth a bear in ambush he is to me a lion hidden my ways removeth and stoppeth me putteth me desolate bendeth his bow and putteth me like target for arrow placeth in my reins the sons of his quiver I am to all my people their accompaniment all day satiateth me with bitterness sateth me with wormwood and breaketh with gravel my teeth regaleth me in ash and cast off from peace is my soul oblivious I am of
good and I said lost is my perdurance and my hope from the
Lord to remember my affliction and prevarication wormwood
and gall recalleth recalling and is abased in me my soul this I summon to my heart therefore I hope mercies of the Lord since we are not ended since endeth
not his compassions new ones at morning much is your faithfulness my portion is the Lord said my soul from thence I shall await him good is the Lord to those who wait in him to the soul searching him out good it is to hope with silence for the salvation of
the Lord good it is for a man that he beareth the yoke in his
youth sitteth lone and husheth since he beareth it upon him putteth in dust his mouth if perhaps there may be hope giveth to the smiter his cheek satiated with reproach since not casteth off sempiternal the Lord since if afflicteth and compassionateth according to
his much of mercies since not afflicteth from his heart and abaseth the
sons of man so that crusheth under his feet all prisoners on earth so that turneth aside the judgment of a man in the face
of the most high so that corrupteth human pleading the Lord not at all who is this who saith so that happeneth the Lord not teaching it from the mouth of the most high leaves not ill and good what lamenteth a living man for the righting of his
wrongs let us scrutinize our ways and search out and revert to
the Lord let us raise our heart with palms to the Lord in the
heavens we transgressed and rebelled thou has not pardoned thou covered in fury and struck us thou slewest not
spared thou covered in cloud thyself from passage of prayer offscouring and refuse puttedst us among folk they opened over us their mouths all the enemy fear and pitfall he became to us tumult and breaking rillets of waters outrunneth my eye in the breaking of
the daughter of my people my eye spills and not ceaseth with any manner of rest until he look and see the Lord from the heavens my eye afflicts my soul in all the daughters of my city hunting they hunt me like a bird my enemies for nothing they efface in a cistern my life and put a stone above
me flooded waters over my head I said I am cut off I called thy name Lord from the crypt of the lowest my voice thou heardest turn not thine ear at my halting
and my crying thou drewest near in the day when I called thee thou
saidst fear not thou hast pleaded Lord the plea of my soul thou hast redeemed my life thou hast seen Lord my turning aside judge my judgment thou hast seen all their vengeance all their devisings
against me thou hast heard their reproach Lord all their devisings
upon me the lips of those that rose against me and their lay at
me all day their sitting and rising behold I am their
accompaniment render them requital Lord for their handiwork give them shielded hearts thy curse to them pursue in fury and break them from under the heavens of
the Lord howso tarnished is gold changed is certified gold
poured are the stones of holiness at the
top of all streets the sons of Zion the precious like unto bright gold
howso are they accounted crocks of
earthenware the handiwork of the potter even jackals draw out the breast they suckle their whelps
the daughter of my people is become
cruel like ostriches in the wilderness clingeth the tongue of the suckling to his palate in
thirst babes ask for bread and none is who
breaketh it who ate luxuries are desolate in the streets who were
reared on crimson embrace dunghills for greater is the punishment of the sinning of the
daughter of my people than the wrong of
Sodom that was overturned in a moment and none labored in
her with hands purer her Nazarites than snow whiter than milk ruddier
than rubies cut like sapphires dark darkling is their visage not recognized in the
streets skin sticks to bone they are become
as dry as wood better are they slain with the sword than pierced with
hunger who expire stabbed with the
fruits of the field the hands of merciful women cooked their children to
become meat for them in the breaking
of the daughter of my people fulfilleth the Lord his fury poureth out his hot ire
and kindleth fire in Zion and devoureth its
foundations they would not believe the kings of the earth and
universal dwellers of the world since
that should have entered foe and enemy the gates of
Jerusalem from the wrong of her prophets the sinning of her ministers who poured out in her midst the
blood of the just they wandered blind in the streets sullied with blood
so that one could not touch their
garments begone unclean they cried to them begone begone do not touch and when they left
moreover and wandered they said among peoples no more shall
they sojourn there the faces of the Lord divided them no more shall he
regard them the faces of ministers
they raised not neither elders favored yet we have outworn our eyes for help in vain watching watched for a nation unable to
save they hunt our steps from walking in the squares nigh is
our end fulfilled our days since
cometh our end swifter they who pursue us than the vultures of the
heavens over mountains they pursued us
in the wilderness lay in wait the breath of our nostrils anointed of the Lord was
seized in their sloughs of whom we said
in his shadow we shall live among peoples rejoice and be happy daughter of Edom that dwellest in
the land of Uz moreover unto you
shall pass the cup you shall be drunken and strip
thyself bare fulfilled is thy sinning daughter of Zion no more shall
he make thee flee he visiteth thy
sinning daughter of Edom opening thy wrongs recall Lord what is befallen us look and regard our
reproach our inheritance is turned to aliens our houses to
foreigners orphans we are become without father our mothers like widows our water for money we drink our wood for a price is
sold on our neck we are pursued and we are weary without
rest Egypt we gave our hand and Assyria to be satisfied of
bread our fathers did wrongly and are not and we bear their
sinning servants are our rulers none is that frees us from
their hand in our soul we get our bread in the face of swords in
the wilderness our skin was like an oven in the face of simooms of
famine women in Zion were humiliated virgins in the cities of
Judah princes are hanged by their hands the faces of elders
they raise not the chosen for grinding they take and boys in woods
stumble elders from the gate ceased the chosen from their accompaniment ceaseth the joy of our heart turned to grief is our
fluting falleth the crown from our head alas woe to us that
have done wrongly from this languishing is become our heart from this darkling are our eyes from mount Zion desolate foxes run upon it thou Lord forever dwellest thy throne from generation
to generation why always forgettest us forsakest us so long days restore us Lord to you and we shall be restored make
new our days as once yet rejecting rejectest us you are wroth against us
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