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Lamentations 2:11

King James 3 - The Literal Traslation

And my eyes are at an end with tears, my bowels ferment; my liver is poured on the ground for the ruin of the daughter of my people, in the fainting of children and sucklings in the broad places of the city.

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His archers surround me; He splits my kidneys and has no pity; He pours out my gall on the ground.

My bowels have boiled, and they have not rested; the days of affliction confront me.

My eyes are used up for Your Word, saying, When will You comfort me?

I am poured out like waters, and all My bones are spread apart; My heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of My bowels.

Be gracious to me, O Jehovah, for I am in distress; my eye has wasted away with grief, my soul and my belly.

I am benumbed and crushed even to excess; I roar from the groanings of my heart.

My eye is dim because of grief; it wastes away because of all those distressing me.

I am weary from my crying, my throat is burnt; my eyes fail while I wait for my God.

On account of this I said, Look away from me; I will weep bitterly; do not hurry to comfort me over the ruin of the daughter of my people.

Like a swift or a crane, so I chatter. I moan as the dove; my eyes look weakly to the heights, O Jehovah; it presses me down; be surety for me!

Your sons have fainted; they lie at the head of all the outside places, like an antelope in a net, filled with the fury of Jehovah, the rebuke of your God.

And you shall speak this Word to them: Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and do not let them cease. For the virgin daughter of my people is broken with a great break, with a very grievous blow.

My bowels! My bowels! I convulse in pain. O walls of my heart! My heart roars within me. I cannot be silent, for I have heard the sound of the rams’ horn. O my soul, the alarm of war!

And now so says Jehovah, the God of Hosts, the God of Israel: Why do you do this great evil thing against your souls, to cut off from you man and woman, child and suckling, out of Judah, not leaving to yourselves a remnant,

Behold, the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people from a distant land! Is not Jehovah in Zion? Or is not her king in her? Why have they provoked Me with their graven images, with foreign vanities?

All her people sigh from seeking bread. They gave their desirable things for food to bring back the soul. See, O Jehovah, and look on me, for I have become vile.

On account of these I weep; my eye, my eye brings down water, because one comforting who could be bringing back my soul is far from me. My sons are desolated because the enemy prevails.

See, O Jehovah, for distress is to me. My bowels ferment; my heart is turned over within me; for rebelling I have rebelled. On the outside the sword bereaves; in the house it is as death.

For this our heart is faint; our eyes are dim for these things.

For behold, days will come in which they will say, Blessed are the barren, and the wombs that did not bear, and breasts that did not give suck.

And David and the people who were with him lifted up their voice and wept, until they had no power in them to weep.




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