Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
We have heard the report of it. Our hands grow feeble. Anguish has taken hold of us, [and] pangs as of a woman in travail.
Woe is me because of my hurt! My wound is grievous, but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
When I say, My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint.
Therefore I said, Look away from me. I will weep bitterly. Labor not to comfort me for the destruction of the daughter of my people.
And, behold, somebody in the likeness of the sons of men touched my lips. Then I opened my mouth, and spoke and said to him who stood before me, O my lord, because of the vision my pains have turned upon me, and I retain no strengt
I heard, and my body trembled. My lips quivered at the voice. Rottenness enters into my bones, and I tremble in my place, because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble, for the coming up of the people who invade us.
If I say, I will forget my complaint. I will put off my [sad] countenance, and be of good cheer,