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Lamentations 1:16

New American Bible - revised edition

For these things I weep—My eyes! My eyes! They stream with tears! How far from me is anyone to comfort, anyone to restore my life. My children are desolate; the enemy has prevailed.”

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Their enemies oppressed them, kept them under subjection.

My eyes shed streams of tears because your law is not observed.

You know my reproach, my shame, my disgrace; before you stand all my foes.

Again I saw all the oppressions that take place under the sun: the tears of the victims with none to comfort them! From the hand of their oppressors comes violence, and there is none to comfort them!

O afflicted one, storm-battered and unconsoled, I lay your pavements in carnelians, your foundations in sapphires;

If you do not listen to this in your pride, I will weep many tears in secret; My eyes will run with tears for the Lord’s flock, led away to exile.

Speak to them this word: Let my eyes stream with tears night and day, without rest, Over the great destruction which overwhelms the virgin daughter of my people, over her incurable wound.

Who will pity you, Jerusalem, who will grieve for you? Who will stop to ask about your welfare?

My joy is gone, grief is upon me, my heart is sick.

Oh, that I had in the wilderness a travelers’ lodging! That I might leave my people and depart from them. They are all adulterers, a band of traitors.

I will turn Jerusalem into a heap of ruins, a haunt of jackals; The cities of Judah I will make a waste, where no one dwells.

Corpses shall fall like dung in the open field, Like sheaves behind the harvester, with no one to gather them.

She weeps incessantly in the night, her cheeks damp with tears. She has no one to comfort her from all her lovers; Her friends have all betrayed her, and become her enemies.

Her uncleanness is on her skirt; she has no thought of her future. Her downfall is astonishing, with no one to comfort her. “Look, O Lord, at my misery; how the enemy triumphs!”

My eyes are spent with tears, my stomach churns; My bile is poured out on the ground at the brokenness of the daughter of my people, As children and infants collapse in the streets of the town.

Cry out to the Lord from your heart, wall of daughter Zion! Let your tears flow like a torrent day and night; Give yourself no rest, no relief for your eyes.

Even though they bring up their children, I will make them childless, until no one is left. Indeed, woe to them when I turn away from them!




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