his archers surround me. He slashes open my kidneys, and does not spare; he pours out my gall on the ground.
Lamentations 2:11 - Revised Standard Version My eyes are spent with weeping; my soul is in tumult; my heart is poured out in grief because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because infants and babes faint 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 slashes open my kidneys, and does not spare; he pours out my gall on the ground.
My heart is in turmoil, and is never still; days of affliction come to meet me.
My eyes fail with watching for thy promise; I ask, “When wilt thou comfort me?”
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; my heart is like wax, it is melted within my breast;
Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am in distress; my eye is wasted from grief, my soul and my body also.
I am utterly spent and crushed; I groan because of the tumult of my heart.
My eye wastes away because of grief, it grows weak because of all my foes.
I am weary with my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes grow dim with waiting for my God.
Therefore I said: “Look away from me, let me weep bitter tears; do not labor to comfort me for the destruction of the daughter of my people.”
Like a swallow or a crane I clamor, I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be thou my security!
Your sons have fainted, they lie at the head of every street like an antelope in a net; they are full of the wrath of the Lord, the rebuke of your God.
“You shall say to them this word: ‘Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease, for the virgin daughter of my people is smitten with a great wound, with a very grievous blow.
My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! Oh, the walls of my heart! My heart is beating wildly; I cannot keep silent; for I hear the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
And now thus says the Lord God of hosts, the God of Israel: Why do you commit this great evil against yourselves, to cut off from you man and woman, infant and child, from the midst of Judah, leaving you no remnant?
Hark, the cry of the daughter of my people from the length and breadth of the land: “Is the Lord not in Zion? Is her King not in her?” “Why have they provoked me to anger with their graven images, and with their foreign idols?”
All her people groan as they search for bread; they trade their treasures for food to revive their strength. “Look, O Lord, and behold, for I am despised.”
“For these things I weep; my eyes flow with tears; for a comforter is far from me, one to revive my courage; my children are desolate, for the enemy has prevailed.”
“Behold, O Lord, for I am in distress, my soul is in tumult, my heart is wrung within me, because I have been very rebellious. In the street the sword bereaves; in the house it is like death.
For this our heart has become sick, for these things our eyes have grown dim,
For behold, the days are coming when they will say, ‘Blessed are the barren, and the wombs that never bore, and the breasts that never gave suck!’
Then David and the people who were with him raised their voices and wept, until they had no more strength to weep.