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Lamentations 1:20

New American Bible - revised edition

Look, O Lord, at the anguish I suffer! My stomach churns, And my heart recoils within me: How bitter I am! Outside the sword bereaves— indoors, there is death.

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My inward parts seethe and will not be stilled; days of affliction have overtaken me.

He shall sing before all and say, “I sinned and did wrong, yet I was not punished accordingly.

They open their mouths against me, lions that rend and roar.

My loins burn with fever; there is no wholesomeness in my flesh.

Those who conceal their sins do not prosper, but those who confess and forsake them obtain mercy.

Therefore for Moab my heart moans like a lyre, my inmost being for Kir-hareseth.

Like a swallow I chirp; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weary looking heavenward: Lord, I am overwhelmed; go security for me!

If I walk out into the field, look! those slain by the sword; If I enter the city, look! victims of famine. Both prophet and priest ply their trade in a land they do not know.

We recognize our wickedness, Lord, the guilt of our ancestors: we have sinned against you.

Nonetheless you say, “I am innocent; at least, his anger is turned away from me.” Listen! I will judge you on that word of yours, “I have not sinned.”

Only admit your guilt: how you have rebelled against the Lord, your God, How you ran here and there to strangers under every green tree and would not listen to my voice—oracle of the Lord.

Is Ephraim not my favored son, the child in whom I delight? Even though I threaten him, I must still remember him! My heart stirs for him, I must show him compassion!—oracle of the Lord.

My body! my body! how I writhe! The walls of my heart! My heart beats wildly, I cannot be still; For I myself have heard the blast of the horn, the battle cry.

Hence my heart wails like a flute for Moab; my heart wails like a flute for the people of Kir-heres: the wealth they accumulated has perished.

All her people groan, searching for bread; They give their precious things for food, to retain the breath of life. “Look, O Lord, and pay attention to how I have been demeaned!

“The Lord is in the right; I had defied his command. Listen, all you peoples, and see my pain: My young women and young men have gone into captivity.

Jerusalem has sinned grievously, therefore she has become a mockery; Those who honored her now demean her, for they saw her nakedness; She herself groans out loud, and turns away.

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.

The crown has fallen from our head: woe to us that we sinned!

The sword is outside; disease and hunger are within. Whoever is in the fields will die by the sword; whoever is in the city disease and hunger will devour.

We have sinned, been wicked and done evil; we have rebelled and turned from your commandments and your laws.

How could I give you up, Ephraim, or deliver you up, Israel? How could I treat you as Admah, or make you like Zeboiim? My heart is overwhelmed, my pity is stirred.

I hear, and my body trembles; at the sound, my lips quiver. Decay invades my bones, my legs tremble beneath me. I await the day of distress that will come upon the people who attack us.

Out in the street the sword shall bereave, and at home the terror For the young man and the young woman alike, the nursing babe as well as the gray beard.




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