How hath she sat alone, The city abounding with people! She
hath been as a widow, The mighty among nations! Princes among provinces, She
hath become tributary!
She weepeth sore in the night, And her tear is on her
cheeks, There is no comforter for her out of all her lovers, All her friends
dealt treacherously by her, They have been to her for enemies.
Removed hath Judah because of affliction, And because of the
abundance of her service; She hath dwelt among nations, She hath not found
rest, All her pursuers have overtaken her between the straits.
The ways of Zion are mourning, Without any coming at the
appointed time, All her gates are desolate, her priests sigh, Her virgins are
afflicted -- and she hath bitterness.
Her adversaries have become chief, Her enemies have been at
ease, For Jehovah hath afflicted her, For the abundance of her transgressions,
Her infants have gone captive before the adversary.
And go out from the daughter of Zion doth all her honour,
Her princes have been as harts -- They have not found pasture, And they go
powerless before a pursuer.
Remembered hath Jerusalem In the days of her
affliction and her mournings, all her desirable things that were from the days
of old, In the falling of her people into the hand of an adversary, And she
hath no helper; Seen her have adversaries, They have laughed at her cessation.
A sin hath Jerusalem sinned, Therefore impure she hath
become, All who honoured her have esteemed her lightly, For they have seen her
nakedness, Yea, she herself hath sighed and turneth backward.
Her uncleanness is in her skirts, She hath not
remembered her latter end, And she cometh down wonderfully, There is no
comforter for her. See, O Jehovah, mine affliction, For exerted himself hath an
His hand spread out hath an adversary On all her desirable
things, For she hath seen -- Nations have entered her sanctuary, Concerning
which Thou didst command, 'They do not come into the assembly to thee.'
All her people are sighing -- seeking bread, They have given
their desirable things For food to refresh the body; See, O Jehovah, and behold
attentively, For I have been lightly esteemed.
Is it nothing to you, all ye passing by the way? Look
attentively, and see, If there is any pain like my pain, That He is rolling to
me? Whom Jehovah hath afflicted In the day of the fierceness of His anger.
From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth
it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made
me desolate -- all the day sick.
Bound hath been the yoke of my transgressions by His hand,
They are wrapped together, They have gone up on my neck, He hath caused my power
to stumble, The Lord hath given me into hands, I am not able to rise.
Trodden down all my mighty ones hath the Lord in my midst,
He proclaimed against me an appointed time, To destroy my young men, A
wine-press hath the Lord trodden, To the virgin daughter of Judah.
For these I am weeping, My eye, my eye, is running down with
waters, For, far from me hath been a comforter, Refreshing my soul, My sons
have been desolate, For mighty hath been an enemy.
Spread forth hath Zion her hands, There is no comforter for
her, Jehovah hath charged concerning Jacob, His neighbours are his
adversaries, Jerusalem hath become impure among them.
Righteous is Jehovah, For His mouth I have provoked. Hear, I
pray you, all ye peoples, and see my pain, My virgins and my young men have
gone into captivity.
I called for my lovers, they -- they have deceived me, My
priests and my elders in the city have expired; When they have sought food for
themselves, Then they give back their soul.
See, O Jehovah, for distress is to me, My bowels have
been troubled, Turned hath been my heart in my midst, For I have greatly
provoked, From without bereaved hath the sword, In the house it is as
They have heard that I have sighed, There is no comforter
for me, All my enemies have heard of my calamity, They have rejoiced that Thou
hast done it, Thou hast brought in the day Thou hast called, And they
are like to me.
Come in doth all their evil before Thee, And one is doing to
them as Thou hast done to me, For all my transgressions, For many are my
sighs, and my heart is sick!