My tentis destroyed,And allmy ropesare broken;My sonshave gonefrom me and are nomore.Thereis nooneto stretchout my tentagainOr to setup my curtains.
"The eyeof him who seesme will beholdme nolonger; Your eyes[will be] on me, but I will not be.
The wickedare overthrownand are nomore, But the houseof the righteouswill stand.
"I have putMy wordsin your mouthand have coveredyou with the shadowof My hand,to establishthe heavens,to foundthe earth,and to sayto Zion,'You are My people.'"
Thereis noneto guideher amongallthe sonsshe has borne,Noris thereoneto takeher by the handamongallthe sonsshe has reared.
"Enlargethe placeof your tent;Stretchout the curtainsof your dwellings,sparenot; Lengthenyour cordsAnd strengthenyour pegs.
For I will restoreyou to healthAnd I will healyou of your wounds,'declaresthe LORD,'Becausethey have calledyou an outcast,saying: "It is Zion;noonecaresfor her."'
Thussaysthe LORD,"A voiceis heardin Ramah,Lamentation[and] bitterweeping.Rachelis weepingfor her children;She refusesto be comfortedfor her children,Becausethey are nomore."
Disasteron disasteris proclaimed,For the wholelandis devastated;Suddenlymy tentsare devastated,My curtainsin an instant.
Her adversarieshave becomeher masters,Her enemiesprosper;For the LORDhas causedher griefBecauseof the multitudeof her transgressions;Her littleoneshave goneaway As captivesbeforethe adversary.
"The womenof My peopleyou evict,Each [one] from her pleasanthouse.From her childrenyou takeMy splendorforever.
