On the ninth day of the fourth month the famine became so severe in the city that there was no bread for the common people.
Lamentations 4:10 - Tree of Life Version The hands of compassionate women boiled their own children. They became their food when the daughter of my people were destroyed. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 The hands of the pitiful women Have sodden their own children: They were their meat In the destruction of the daughter of my people. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition The hands of [heretofore] compassionate women have boiled their own children; they were their food during the destruction of the daughter of my people [Judah]. American Standard Version (1901) The hands of the pitiful women have boiled their own children; They were their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people. Common English Bible The hands of loving women boiled their own children to become their food during the destruction of the daughter of my people. Catholic Public Domain Version JOD. The hands of pitiable women have boiled their sons. They became their food in the grief of the daughter of my people. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Jod. The hands of the pitiful women have sodden their own children: they were their meat in the destruction of the daughter of my people. |
On the ninth day of the fourth month the famine became so severe in the city that there was no bread for the common people.
You were full of noise, a boisterous city, an exultant town? Your dead were not slain with the sword, nor dead in battle.
“Can a woman forget her nursing baby or lack compassion for a child of her womb? Even if these forget, I will not forget you.
And I will make them eat the flesh of their sons and their daughters, and everyone will eat his companion’s flesh during the siege and distress, which their enemies and those who seek their life will inflict on them.
My eyes are filled with tears. My stomach is in torment. My heart is poured out on the ground over the destruction of the daughter of my people— as young children and infants languish in the city squares.
Look, Adonai, and consider with whom You have dealt so severely! Should women eat their offspring, their healthy newborn infants? Should kohen and prophet be slain in the Sanctuary of the Lord?
Streams of tears run down my eyes because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.
Even jackals offer their breast to nurse their young. The daughter of my people has become cruel, like ostriches in the desert.
Therefore the fathers will eat the sons in your midst, and sons will eat their fathers. I will execute judgments on you and I will scatter the remainder of you to all the winds.
You will eat the flesh of your sons and you will eat the flesh of your daughters.