Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
My bowels, my bowels! I shall afflict the walls of my heart; my heart made commotion to me; I shall not be silent, for the voice of the trumpet thou didst hear, O my soul, the tumult of war.
Who will give my head waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears? and I will weep day and night for the wounded of the daughter of my people.
And say to them this word: Mine eyes shall bring down tears night and day, and they shall not rest: for the virgin daughter of my people was broken with a great breaking, a very sickly wound.
And I withdrew not from following after thee; I desired not man's day, thou knewest: the going forth of my lips was straight before thee.
And saying to the king, O king, thou wilt live forever: wherefore shall not my face be sad when the city of the house of my father's sepulchres was laid waste, and its gates consumed with fire?
For there they carrying us away captive asked us the words of a song; and they heaping us up gladness; Sing to us from the song of Zion.
And as he drew near, having seen the city, he wept over it,
I Speak truth in Christ, I lie not, my consciousness bearing witness to me in the Holy Spirit,
Song of Songs 1:5
I am black and beautiful, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
From his face peoples shall be pained: all faces gathered a glow.
She was emptied, and being emptied, and being made empty: and the heart melted, and a wavering of the knees, and trembling in all loins, and the face of them all gathered a glow.