His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
Lamentations 2:11 - Hebrew Names version (HNV) My eyes do fail with tears, my heart is troubled; My liver is poured on the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, Because the young children and the infants swoon in the streets of the city. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Mine eyes do fail with tears, My bowels are troubled, My liver is poured upon the earth, For the destruction of the daughter of my people; Because the children and the sucklings swoon In the streets of the city. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition My eyes fail from weeping, my emotions are deeply disturbed, my heart is poured out upon the ground [in grief] because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because infants and nurslings faint in the streets of the city. American Standard Version (1901) Mine eyes do fail with tears, my heart is troubled; My liver is poured upon the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, Because the young children and the sucklings swoon in the streets of the city. Common English Bible My eyes are worn out from weeping; my stomach is churning. My insides are poured on the ground because the daughter of my people is shattered, because children and babies are fainting in the city streets. Catholic Public Domain Version CAPH. My eyes have exhausted their tears. My internal organs have become disturbed. My liver has been poured out on the earth, over the grief of the daughter of my people, when the little ones and the infants passed away in the streets of the town. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Caph. My eyes have failed with weeping, my bowels are troubled: my liver is poured out upon the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people, when the children, and the sucklings, fainted away in the streets of the city. |
His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.
I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.
My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
Therefore I said, *Look away from me. I will weep bitterly. Don't labor to comfort me for the destruction of the daughter of my people.
I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed. Be my security.*
Your sons have fainted, they lie at the head of all the streets, as an antelope in a net; they are full of the wrath of the LORD, the rebuke of your God.
You shall say this word to them, Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease; for the virgin daughter of my people is broken with a great breach, with a very grievous wound.
My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I can't hold my shalom; because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the shofar, the alarm of war.
Therefore now thus says the LORD, the God Tzeva'ot, the God of Yisra'el: Why commit you [this] great evil against your own souls, to cut off from you man and woman, infant and suckling, out of the midst of Yehudah, to leave you none remaining;
Behold, the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people from a land that is very far off: isn't the LORD in Tziyon? Isn't her King in her? Why have they provoked me to anger with their engraved images, and with foreign vanities?
All her people sigh, they seek bread; they have given their pleasant things for food to refresh the soul: look, LORD, and see; for I am become abject.
For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water; Because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me: My children are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.
See, LORD; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled; My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaves, at home there is as death.
For behold, the days are coming in which they will say, 'Blessed are the barren, the wombs that never bore, and the breasts that never nursed.'
Then David and the people who were with him lifted up their voice and wept, until they had no more power to weep.