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Lamentations 2:11

Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

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.

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Lord, see how I am in distress. I am churning within; my heart is broken, for I have been very rebellious. Outside, the sword takes the children; inside, there is death.


I weep because of these things; my eyes flow  with tears. For there is no one nearby to comfort me, no one to keep me alive. My children are desolate because the enemy has prevailed.


his archers  surround me. He pierces my kidneys without mercy and pours my bile on the ground.


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.


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


Look, the days are coming   when they will say, “Blessed are the women without children, the wombs that never bore, and the breasts that never fed! ”


‘So now, this is what the Lord, the God of Armies, the God of Israel, says: Why are you doing such terrible harm to yourselves? You are cutting off man and woman, infant and nursing baby  from Judah, leaving yourselves without a remnant.


You are to speak this word to them: Let my eyes overflow with tears; day and night may they not stop, for my dearest people have been destroyed by a crushing blow, an extremely severe wound.


Listen #– #the cry of my dear people from a faraway land, ‘Is the Lord no longer in Zion, her King not within her? ’ Why have they angered me with their carved images, with their worthless foreign idols?


David and the troops with him wept loudly until they had no strength left to weep.


I chirp like a swallow or a crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak looking upwards. Lord, I am oppressed; support me.


I am churning within  and cannot rest; days of suffering confront me.


Because of this, our heart is sick; because of these, our eyes grow dim:


Your children have fainted; they lie at the head of every street like an antelope in a net. They are full of the  Lord’s fury, the rebuke of your God.


All her people groan while they search for bread. They have traded their precious belongings for food in order to stay alive. Lord, look and see how I have become despised.





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