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Isaiah 22:4

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Therefore I said, “Turn away from me; let me weep bitterly. Do not try to console me over the destruction of my people.”

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Oh, that my head were a spring of water and my eyes a fountain of tears! I would weep day and night for the slain of my people.

“A voice is heard in Ramah, weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more.”

Because of this I will weep and wail; I will go about barefoot and naked. I will howl like a jackal and moan like an owl.

This is what the Lord says: “A voice is heard in Ramah, mourning and great weeping, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more.”

If you do not listen, I will weep in secret because of your pride; my eyes will weep bitterly, overflowing with tears, because the Lord’s flock will be taken captive.

When I was in distress, I sought the Lord; at night I stretched out untiring hands, and I would not be comforted.

As he approached Jerusalem and saw the city, he wept over it

just as they were handed down to us by those who from the first were eyewitnesses and servants of the word.

Then Peter remembered the word Jesus had spoken: “Before the rooster crows, you will disown me three times.” And he went outside and wept bitterly.

You who are my Comforter in sorrow, my heart is faint within me.

Put on sackcloth, my people, and roll in ashes; mourn with bitter wailing as for an only son, for suddenly the destroyer will come upon us.

Oh, my anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain. Oh, the agony of my heart! My heart pounds within me, I cannot keep silent. For I have heard the sound of the trumpet; I have heard the battle cry.

Look, their brave men cry aloud in the streets; the envoys of peace weep bitterly.

In the streets they wear sackcloth; on the roofs and in the public squares they all wail, prostrate with weeping.

Let them come quickly and wail over us till our eyes overflow with tears and water streams from our eyelids.

My eyes fail from weeping, I am in torment within; my heart is poured out on the ground because my people are destroyed, because children and infants faint in the streets of the city.

They will shave their heads because of you and will put on sackcloth. They will weep over you with anguish of soul and with bitter mourning.

When Mordecai learned of all that had been done, he tore his clothes, put on sackcloth and ashes, and went out into the city, wailing loudly and bitterly.

“ ‘The sword is appointed to be polished, to be grasped with the hand; it is sharpened and polished, made ready for the hand of the slayer.




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