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Isaiah 22:4

Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

Therefore I said, ‘Look away from me! Let me weep bitterly! Do not try to comfort me about the destruction of my dear   people.’

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If my head were a flowing spring, my eyes a fountain of tears, I would weep day and night over the slain of my dear   people.


A voice was heard in Ramah, weeping,   and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children; and she refused to be consoled, because they are no more.   ,


Because of this I will lament and wail; I will walk barefoot and naked. I will howl like the jackals and mourn like ostriches.


This is what the Lord says: A voice was heard in Ramah, a lament with bitter weeping – Rachel weeping for her children, refusing to be comforted for her children because they are no more.


But if you will not listen, my innermost being will weep in secret because of your pride. My eyes will overflow with tears, for the Lord’s flock  has been taken captive.


As he approached and saw the city, he wept  for it,


just as the original eye-witnesses  and servants of the word  handed them down to us.


and Peter remembered the words Jesus had spoken, ‘Before the cock crows, you will deny me three times.’   And he went outside and wept bitterly.


My joy has flown away; grief has settled on me. My heart is sick.


My dear  people, dress yourselves in sackcloth and roll in the dust. Mourn as you would for an only son, a bitter lament, for suddenly the destroyer  will come on us.


My anguish, my anguish!  I writhe in agony! Oh, the pain in   my heart! My heart pounds; I cannot be silent. For you, my soul, have heard the sound of the ram’s horn – the shout of battle.


Listen! Their warriors cry loudly in the streets; the messengers of peace weep bitterly.


In its streets they wear sackcloth; on its rooftops and in its public squares everyone wails, falling down and weeping.


Let them come quickly to raise a lament over us so that our eyes may overflow with tears, our eyelids be soaked with weeping.


My eyes are worn out from weeping; I am churning within. My heart is poured out in grief  , because of the destruction of my dear people, because infants and nursing babies faint in the streets of the city.


They shave their heads because of you and wrap themselves in sackcloth. They weep over you with deep anguish and bitter mourning.


When Mordecai learned all that had occurred,  he tore his clothes,  put on sackcloth and ashes,  went into the middle of the city, and cried loudly and bitterly.


The sword is given to be polished, to be grasped in the hand. It is sharpened, and it is polished, to be put in the hand of the slayer.”





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