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Lamentations 2:11

Young's Literal Translation 1862

Consumed by tears have been my eyes, Troubled have been my bowels, Poured out to the earth hath been my liver, For the breach of the daughter of my people; In infant and suckling being feeble, In the broad places of the city,

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Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.

My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.

Consumed have been mine eyes for Thy word, Saying, `When doth it comfort me?'

As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.

Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.

I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.

Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,

I have been wearied with my calling, Burnt hath been my throat, Consumed have been mine eyes, waiting for my God.

Therefore I said, `Look ye from me, I am bitter in my weeping, Haste not to comfort me, For the destruction of the daughter of my people.'

As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression `is' on me, be my surety.

Thy sons have been wrapt up, they have lain down, At the head of all out places, as a wild ox `in' a net, They are full of the fury of Jehovah, The rebuke of Thy God.

And thou hast said unto them this word: Tears come down mine eyes night and day, And they do not cease, For, `with' a great breach, Broken hath been the virgin daughter of my people, A very grievous stroke.

My bowels, my bowels! I am pained `at' the walls of my heart, Make a noise for me doth My heart, I am not silent, For the voice of a trumpet I have heard, O my soul -- a shout of battle!

`And, now, thus said Jehovah of Hosts, God of Israel: Why are ye doing great evil unto your own souls, to cut off to you man and woman, infant and suckling, from the midst of Judah, so as not to leave to you a remnant:

Lo, the voice of a cry of the daughter of my people from a land afar off, Is Jehovah not in Zion? is her king not in her? Wherefore have they provoked Me with their graven images, With the vanities of a foreigner?

All her people are sighing -- seeking bread, They have given their desirable things For food to refresh the body; See, O Jehovah, and behold attentively, For I have been lightly esteemed.

For these I am weeping, My eye, my eye, is running down with waters, For, far from me hath been a comforter, Refreshing my soul, My sons have been desolate, For mighty hath been an enemy.

See, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, My bowels have been troubled, Turned hath been my heart in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From without bereaved hath the sword, In the house `it is' as death.

For this hath our heart been sick, For these have our eyes been dim.

for, lo, days do come, in which they shall say, Happy the barren, and wombs that did not bare, and paps that did not give suck;

And David lifteth up -- and the people who `are' with him -- their voice and weep, till that they have no power to weep.




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