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Lamentations 2:11

Contemporary English Version 1995

My eyes are red from crying, my stomach is in knots, and I feel sick all over. My people are being wiped out, and children lie helpless in the streets of the city.

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Won't you look and see how upset I am, our Lord? My stomach is in knots, and my heart is broken because I betrayed you. In the streets and at home, my people are slaughtered.

Because of this, I mourn, and tears flood my eyes. No one is here to comfort or to encourage me; we have lost the war— my people are suffering.

for his arrows, and without showing mercy, he slashed my stomach open, spilling out my insides.

I can't stand the pain! My heart pounds, as I twist and turn in agony. I hear the signal trumpet and the battle cry of the enemy, and I cannot be silent.

Then I said, “Leave me alone! Let me cry bitter tears. My people have been destroyed, so don't try to comfort me.”

I have no more strength than a few drops of water. All my bones are out of joint; my heart is like melted wax.

Sorrow has made my eyes dim, and my sight has failed because of my enemies.

Someday people will say, “Women who never had children are really fortunate!”

Why do you now insist on heading for another disaster? A disaster that will destroy not only you, but also your children and babies.

Jeremiah, go and tell the people how you feel about all this. So I told them: “Tears will flood my eyes both day and night, because my nation suffers from a deadly wound.

In a foreign land my people are crying. Listen! You'll hear them say, “Has the Lord deserted Zion? Is he no longer its king?” I hear the Lord reply, “Why did you make me angry by worshiping useless idols?”

I am worn out from crying, and my throat is dry. I have waited for you till my eyes are blurred.

Have pity, Lord! I am hurting and almost blind. My whole body aches.

They started crying and kept it up until they were too weak to cry any more.

I cry like a swallow; I mourn like a dove. My eyes are red from looking to you, Lord. I am in terrible trouble. Please come and help me.

My stomach is tied in knots; pain is my daily companion.

I am worn out and weak, moaning and in distress.

I am worn out from waiting for you to keep your word. When will you have mercy?

We feel sick all over and can't even see straight;

The Lord your God is angry, and on every street corner your children lie helpless, like deer trapped in nets.

Everyone in the city groans while searching for food; they trade their valuables for barely enough scraps to stay alive. Jerusalem shouts to the Lord, “Please look and see how miserable I am!”




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