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Lamentations 2:11

New American Bible - revised edition

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.

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his arrows strike me from all directions. He pierces my sides without mercy, pours out my gall upon the ground.

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

My eyes long to see your promise. When will you comfort me?

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

You will not abandon me into enemy hands, but will set my feet in a free and open space.

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

I am wearied with sighing; all night long I drench my bed with tears; I soak my couch with weeping.

I have sunk into the mire of the deep, where there is no foothold. I have gone down to the watery depths; the flood overwhelms me.

That is why I say: Turn away from me, let me weep bitterly; Do not try to comfort me for the ruin of the daughter of my people.

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

Your children lie helpless at every street corner like antelopes in a net. They are filled with the wrath of the Lord, the rebuke of your God.

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.

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.

Now thus says the Lord God of hosts, the God of Israel: Why inflict so great an evil upon yourselves, cutting off from Judah man and woman, child and infant, not leaving yourselves even a remnant?

Listen! the cry of the daughter of my people, far and wide in the land! “Is the Lord no longer in Zion, is her King no longer in her midst?” Why do they provoke me with their idols, with their foreign nonentities?

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!

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.”

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.

Because of this our hearts grow sick, at this our eyes grow dim:

for indeed, the days are coming when people will say, ‘Blessed are the barren, the wombs that never bore and the breasts that never nursed.’

Then David and those who were with him wept aloud until they could weep no more.




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