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Lamentations 1:9

Contemporary English Version (Anglicised) 2012

Her sins had made her filthy, but she wasn't worried about what could happen. And when Jerusalem fell, it was so tragic. No one gave her comfort when she cried out, “Help! I'm in trouble, LORD! The enemy has won.”

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But if the LORD hears these curses and sees the trouble I'm in, perhaps he will have pity on me instead.

The LORD helped Jeroboam do this because he had seen how terribly the Israelites were suffering, whether slave or free, and no one was left to help them.

Our God, you are powerful, fearsome, and faithful, always true to your word. So please keep in mind the terrible sufferings of our people, kings, leaders, priests, and prophets, from the time Assyria ruled until this very day.

I have not forgotten your Law! Look at the trouble I am in, and rescue me.

Don't let the wicked succeed in doing what they want, or else they might never stop planning evil.

See my troubles and misery and forgive my sins.

Enemies poisoned my food, and when I was thirsty, they gave me vinegar.

and I promise to lead them out of their troubles. I will give them a land rich with milk and honey, where the Canaanites, Hittites, Amorites, Perizzites, Hivites, and Jebusites now live.

The LORD said: I have seen how my people are suffering as slaves in Egypt, and I have heard them beg for my help because of the way they are being ill-treated. I feel sorry for them,

and everyone believed. They bowed down and worshipped the LORD because they knew that he had seen their suffering and was going to help them.

I looked again and saw people being ill-treated everywhere on earth. They were crying, but no one was there to offer comfort, and those who ill-treated them were powerful.

Jerusalem and Judah, you rebelled against your glorious LORD— your words and your actions, made you stumble and fall.

Just look and see how Sennacherib has insulted you, the living God.

Sennacherib, you cursed, shouted, and sneered at me, the holy God of Israel.

I have seen your pride and the tremendous hatred you have for me. Now I will put a hook in your nose, a bit in your mouth, then I will send you back to where you came from.

Please pray for those of us who are left alive. The king of Assyria sent his army commander to insult the living God. Perhaps the LORD heard what he said and will do something, if you will pray.

Speak kindly to Jerusalem and announce: Your slavery is past; your punishment is over. I, the LORD, made you pay double for your sins.”

You thought that you would be queen for ever. You didn't care what you did; it never entered your mind that you might get caught.

You have been destroyed by war and by famine; I cannot comfort you.

Jerusalem, you are sad and discouraged, tossed around in a storm. But I, the LORD, will rebuild your city with precious stones; for your foundation I will use blue sapphires.

No one will bring food and wine to help comfort those who are mourning the death of their father or mother.

You killed innocent people for no reason at all. And even though their blood can be seen on your clothes,

People of Moab, you claim to be stronger than I am. Now I will tell other nations to make you drunk and to laugh while you collapse in your own vomit.

Prophets give their messages in the name of a false god, my priests don't want to serve me, and you—my own people— like it this way! But on the day of disaster, where will you turn for help?

Attack Babylon, enemy archers; set up camp around the city, and don't let anyone escape. It challenged me, the holy God, so do to it what it did to other cities.

Zion reaches out her hands, but no one offers comfort. The LORD has turned the neighbouring nations against Jacob's descendants. Jerusalem is merely a filthy rag to her neighbours.

Everyone heard my groaning, but no one offered comfort. My enemies know of the trouble that you have brought on me, and it makes them glad. Hurry and punish them, as you have promised.

Zion, how can I comfort you? How great is your pain? Lovely city of Jerusalem, how can I heal your wounds, gaping as wide as the sea?

The purest gold is ruined and has lost its shine; jewels from the temple lie scattered in the streets.

Our LORD, don't forget how we have suffered and been disgraced.

Israel, I, the LORD, will lure you into the desert and speak gently to you.

This is how Moab and Ammon will at last be repaid for their pride— and for sneering at the nation that belongs to me, the LORD All-Powerful.

and many people had come from the city to comfort Martha and Mary because their brother had died.

We called out for help to you, the LORD God of our ancestors. You heard our cries; you knew we were in trouble and abused.

But I dreaded the sound of your enemies saying, ‘We defeated Israel with no help from the LORD.’ ”

If you did, you could see where you are headed.

God has already begun judging his own people. And if his judgment begins with us, imagine how terrible it will be for those who refuse to obey his message. The Scriptures say,

“LORD All-Powerful, I am your servant, but I am so miserable! Please let me have a son. I will give him to you for as long as he lives, and his hair will never be cut.”




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