The lovingkindnesses of Yahweh, verily they are not exhausted, Verily! not at an end, are his compassions:

He hath worn out my flesh and my skin, hath broken my bones;

How is seated alone, the city that abounded with people, hath become as a widow, - She who abounded among the nations was a princess among provinces, hath come under tribute.

He hath built up against me, and carried round me, fortifications and a trench;

Carried away captive is Judah - because of oppression, and because of great servitude, She, hath remained among the nations, hath found no place of rest, - All her pursuers, have overtaken her, between straits.

Her adversaries have become chief, her foes, are at ease, for, Yahweh, hath grieved her, because of the multitude of her transgressions, - Her children, have gone into captivity, before the adversary.

The ways to Zion, are mourning, because none come to her appointed feasts, All her gates, are desolate, her priests, are sighing, - her virgins, are grieved, and, she, it is bitter for her.

He hath broken off - in the glow of his anger - the whole horn of Israel, hath turned back his right hand, from the face of the foe, - and hath kindled against Jacob, a very fire of flame, devouring round about.

They who used to eat delicacies, are deserted in the streets, - They who used to be carried on crimson, have embraced heaps of refuse.

Thus hath gone forth from the daughter of Zion, all that adorned her, - Her princes have become like harts that have found no pasture, and have gone strengthless before the pursuer.

Jerusalem hath remembered in the days of her humiliation and her fleeings - all her precious things, which have existed from the days of old, - Now that her people have been falling into the hand of the adversary, with none to help her, the adversaries have seen her, have mocked over her sabbath-keepings.

In dark places, hath he made me sit, like the dead of age-past times.

Jerusalem, hath grievously sinned, For this cause, unto exile, hath she been delivered, - All who used to honour her, have despised her, for they have descried her unseemliness, yea, she herself, hath sighed, and turned back.

His hand, hath the adversary spread out, over all her precious things, - for she saw that, the nations, entered her sanctuary, as to whom thou didst command they should not enter - in the convocation - unto thee!

All her people, are sighing, seeking bread, They have given their precious things for food, to bring back life, - Behold, O Yahweh, and discern, that I have become worthless.

Her impurity, is in her skirts, She hath not remembered her hereafter, Therefore hath she come down wonderfully, none to comfort her, - Behold, O Yahweh, my humiliation, that the foe, hath made himself great.

And the punishment of the daughter of my people hath grown greater than the punishment of Sodom, - which was overthrown as in a moment, when no hands had been laid violently upon her.

Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? Look around and see, whether there is pain like my pain, which is severely dealt out to me, - in that Yahweh, hath caused grief, in the day of the glow of his anger?

The yoke of my transgressions, hath been bound, by his hand - They have intertwined themselves, have come up on my neck, it hath paralysed my strength, - My Lord, hath delivered me, into the hands of those against whom I cannot rise up.

Let all their wickedness, come in, before thee, and deal thou severely with them, according as thou hast dealt severely with me, for all my transgressions; for many are my sighs, and, my heart, is sick.

Righteous is Yahweh, for, against his bidding, had I rebelled, - Hear, I pray you, all ye peoples, and see my pain, My virgins and my young men, have gone into exile.

He hath walled up around me, that I cannot get out, hath weighted my fetter;

My Lord, hath flouted at all my magnates, in my midst, He hath called against me a host, to crush my young men, - A winepress, hath My Lord trodden, to the virgin, the daughter of Judah.

From on high, sent he fire, among my bones, and laid them prostrate, - He spread out a net for my feet, he made me turn back, he made me desolate, all the day, faint.

For these things, am, I, weeping, Mine eye, mine eye, is running down with waters, for, far from me, is any who could comfort, could bring back my life, - My sons are amazed, for strong is the foe.

Zion, hath spread forth, her hands, there is none to comfort her, Yahweh, hath given command, respecting Jacob, unto them who surround him - his adversaries, - Jerusalem, hath become as a removed woman, in their midst.

They have heard - that, sighing am, I, and am saying - There is none to comfort me, All my foes, - having heard of my calamity - have rejoiced, because, thou, hast done it, - thou hast brought in the day thou didst proclaim, So let them become like me.

He hath walled in my ways with hewn stone, my paths, hath he caused to wind back.

He hath trodden his bow like a foe, his right hand erect as an adversary, and hath slain all them who delighted the eye, - In the home of the daughter of Zion, hath he poured out, as fire, his indignation.

I called to my lovers, they, deceived me, My priests and mine elders, in the city, have breathed their last, - for they sought them food, that they might bring back their life.

See, O Yahweh, that I am in distress, Mine inward parts, are in ferment, My heart is turned within me, for I have obstinately rebelled, - Without, bereaveth the sword, Within, is like death,

Darker than a coal, is their visage, They are not known in the streets - Their skin shrivelleth on their bones, is withered, become like a stick.

Yea, when I make outcry and implore, he hath shut out my prayer;

To Egypt, have we stretched out our hand, to Assyria, to be satisfied with bread.

My Lord hath become like a foe, hath swallowed up Israel, hath swallowed up all her castles, ruined his strongholds, - and hath caused to abound, in the daughter of Judah, lamentation and mourning.

Thus hath he destroyed, like a garden, his pavilion, hath laid waste his place of assembly, - Yahweh, hath caused to be forgotten, in Zion, the appointed assembly and the sabbath, and hath spurned, in the indignation of his anger, the king and the priest.

My ways, hath he turned aside, and hath torn me in pieces, hath made me desolate;

A bear lying in wait, he is to me, a lion, in secret places;

Purer were her Nazirites than snow, whiter were they than milk, - more ruddy, in body, than coral, A sapphire, was their beauty of form.

He hath trodden his bow, and set me up, as a mark for the arrow.

My Lord hath rejected his altar, hath abhorred his sanctuary, hath delivered, into the hand of the foe, the walls of her castles, - A voice, have they uttered in the house of Yahweh, as on the day of an appointed assembly.

I, am the man, that hath seen affliction, by the rod of his indignation;

Remember my humiliation and my fleeings, the wormwood and poison;

Our fathers, sinned, and are not, and, we, their iniquities, have borne.

I have become a derision to all my people, their song all the day;

Seated on the ground, in silence, are the elders of the daughter of Zion, They have lifted up dust on their head, have girded themselves with sackcloth, - Bowed down to the ground is the head, of the virgins of Jerusalem.

Yahweh hath devised to lay in ruins, the wall of the daughter of Zion, he hath stretched out a line, he hath not turned back his hand from swallowing up, - Thus hath he caused to mourn - rampart and wall, together, have they languished!

Her gates, have sunk in the earth, He hath destroyed and broken in pieces, her bars, - Her king and her princes, are among the nations, There is no instruction, Even her prophets, have found no vision, from Yahweh.

And thou hast thrust away from welfare, my soul, I have forgotten prosperity;

He hath caused to enter my reins, the sons of his quiver;

Good is Yahweh, to them who wait for him, to the soul that will seek him;

New things for the mornings! Abundant is thy faithfulness:

All passing by, have clapped, over thee, their hands, have hissed and wagged their head over the daughter of Jerusalem, - saying , Is, this, the city, of which men used to say - The perfection of beauty! A joy to the whole earth!

And I said, Vanished is mine endurance, even mine expectation, from Yahweh.

To their mothers, they keep saying, Where are corn and wine? Swooning off, like one thrust through, in the broadways of the city, pouring out their life into the bosom of their mothers.

And he hath crushed, with gravel-stones, my teeth, hath made me cower in ashes;

All thy foes, have opened wide, over thee their mouth, They have hissed, and gnashed their teeth, They have said - We have swallowed her up! Surely, this, is the day for which we have waited, We have found! We have seen!

Better are the slain of the sword, than the slain of the famine, - for, these, pine away, stricken through, wanting the produce of the field.

Arise, cry out in the night, At the beginning of the watches, pour out, like waters, thy heart, right before the face of My Lord, - Lift up, above thee, the palms of thy hands, for the life of thy children, who are swooning for hunger, at the top of all the streets!

Blinded with tears are mine eyes, In ferment is my body, Poured out to the earth is my grief, for the sore hurt of the daughter of my people, - when child and suckling are swooning, in the broadways of the city.

Thou wilt, indeed remember, that, bowed down concerning myself, is my soul;

The hands of compassionate women, have cooked their own children, - they have served as nourishment to them, in the grievous injury of the daughter of my people.

He hath sated me with bitter things, hath drenched me with wormwood.

How shall I solemnly admonish thee? What shall I liken to thee, thou daughter of Jerusalem? What shall I compare with thee, that I may comfort thee, thou virgin, daughter of Zion? for, great as the sea, is thy grievous injury, Who can heal thee?

Slaves, have ruled over us, There is none to set free from their hand.

Good it is - both to wait and to be silent, for the deliverance of Yahweh;

How could My Lord, in his anger, enshroud in gloom, the daughter of Zion? have cast from the heavens to the earth, the beauty of Israel? and not have remembered his footstool, in the day of his anger?

Thy prophets, have had visions for thee, false and foolish, and have not unveiled thine iniquity, to turn back thy captivity, - Yea they have had visions for thee, oracles of falsehood, and enticements!

Surely My Lord, will not cast off, unto times age-abiding;

Yahweh hath completed his indignation, hath poured out the glow of his anger; and hath kindled a fire in Zion, which hath devoured her foundations.

My portion, is Yahweh, saith my soul, For this cause, will I wait for him.

At the risk of our life, do we bring in our bread, because of the sword of the desert.

Yahweh hath done what he thought, hath carried out his word, wherewith he gave charge in the days of old, hath thrown down, and not spared, - Thus hath he let the enemy rejoice over thee, hath raised high the horn of thine adversaries.

Women - in Zion, were ravished, virgins, in the cities of Judah!

See, O Yahweh, and do consider, to whom thou hast acted thus severely, - Will women, devour, their own fruit - the children they have dandled? Shall priest and prophet, be slain in the sanctuary of My Lord?

Me, hath he driven out and brought into darkness, and not light;

Our skin, as with a furnace, is scorched, because of the hot winds of famine.

Surely, against me, doth he again and again, turn his hand all the day.

Youth and elder, have lain down on the ground in the streets, My virgins and my young men, have fallen by the sword, - Thou hast slain, in the day of thine anger, Thou hast slaughtered, hast not spared!

Let him give, to him that smiteth him, his cheek, let him be sated with reproach.

Good it is for a man, that he should bear the yoke in his youth.

Neither the kings of the earth, nor any of the inhabitants of the world, believed, that an adversary or an enemy, should enter, the gates of Jerusalem!

Let him sit alone, and keep silence, because he took it upon himself:

My Lord hath swallowed up - without pity - all the pastures of Jacob, hath laid waste - in his indignation - the strongholds of the daughter of Judah, hath brought them down to the ground, - hath profaned the kingdom, and the princes thereof.

It is for the sins of her prophets, the iniquities of her priests, - who have been pouring out, in her midst, the blood of the righteous!

Wilt thou proclaim, like the day of an appointed meeting - My terrors round about? when there was not - in the day of the anger of Yahweh - fugitive or survivor, - Those whom I dandled and reared, my foe hath destroyed.

Rejoice and be glad, O daughter of Edom, thou inhabitress in the and of Uz, - Even unto thee, shall the cup pass along, thou shalt be drunken, and expose thy shame.

The fragrance of our nostrils, The Anointed of Yahweh, hath been captured in their pits, - of whom we had said - In his shade, shall we live among the nations.

Their heart, hath made outcry, unto My Lord, - O wall of the daughter of Zion - Let tears run down as a torrent day and night, Do not give thyself relief, Let not the weeping of thine eye cease!

How is dimmed the gold! changed the most fine gold! Poured out are the stones of the sanctuary, at the top of all the streets.

Bring us back, O Yahweh, unto thyself, and we will come back! Renew our days, as of old;

Let him put, in the dust, his mouth, peradventure, there is hope!

They have wandered - blind - in the streets, have defiled themselves with blood; so that men may not touch their garments.

Ceased hath the joy of our hearts, Changed to mourning, our dance.

Young men, a millstone, have lifted, and, youths, under wood, have staggered.

Princes, by their hand, have been hanged, The faces of elders, not honoured.

Completed is thy punishment, O daughter of Zion, He will no more carry thee away captive - He hath punished thine iniquity, O daughter of Edom, he hath stripped the veil from off thy sins.

Turn aside! Unclean! have they cried to them, Turn aside! Turn aside! Do not touch! because they have fled, yea, wandered, Men said among the nations, They will not again tarry;

The tongue of the suckling, cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for thirst, - Young children, have asked bread, there was none, to break, it to them.

Silly shall our eyes fail, for our help that is vain: In our watchtower, have we watched - for a nation that will not save.

Remember, O Yahweh, what hath befallen us, Look around, and see our reproach:

The face of Yahweh, hath scattered them, He will look them out no more: The persons of the priests, they have not respected, To the elders, have they shown no favour.

Even wild dogs, draw out the breast, give suck to their whelps - The daughter of my people, hath become cruel, like the ostriches in the desert.

The precious sons of Zion, they who were weighed against pure gold, How are they accounted as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!

They have laid snares for our steps, that we cannot walk in our own broadways: Drawn near hath our end, Fulfilled are our days, yea arrived hath our end.

Because of Mount Zion, which is desolate, jackals, have gone prowling therein.

For though thou hast not, utterly rejected, us, thou art wroth with us - exceedingly!

Elders, from the gates, have ceased. Young men, from their music.

Thou, O Yahweh, unto times age-abiding, dost remain, Thy throne, from generation to generation:

For this cause, faint is our heart, For these things, dimmed are our eyes:

Swifter are our pursuers, than the eagles of the heavens, - Over the mountains, have they come hotly after us, In the wilderness, have they lain in wait for us.

Fallen is the crown of our head. Surely woe to us, for we have sinned.

Our inheritance, turned over to foreigners, our houses, to aliens.

Wherefore shouldst thou perpetually forget us? forsake us, to length of days?

Orphans, have we become, and fatherless, our mothers, are widows indeed.

Upon our necks, are our pursuers, We labour, and there is allowed us no rest.

Our water - for silver, have we drunk, our wood - for a price, cometh in.

She, weepeth sore, in the night, and, her tear, is on her cheek, She hath none to comfort her, of all her lovers, - All her friends, have betrayed her, have become her foes.

This, will I bring back to my heart, therefore, will I hope.

Who was it that spake, and it was done, when , My Lord, had not commanded?

Let us search out our ways, and examine them well, and let us return unto Yahweh;

Out of the mouth of the Most High, Proceed there not misfortunes and blessing?

Surely, though he cause grief, yet will he have compassion, according to the multitude of his lovingkindnesses;

To crush, under his feet, any of the prisoners of the earth;

Surely he hath not afflicted from his heart, nor caused sorrow to the sons of men.

Why should a living son of earth complain, Let a man complain because of his sins?

Let us lift up our heart, to the opened palms, to the Mighty One in the heavens;

To turn aside the right of a man, before the face of the Most High;

I have called upon thy Name, O Yahweh, out of the dungeon below;

Thou drewest near, in the day I kept calling on thee, thou saidst, Do not fear!

To oppress a son of earth in his cause, My Lord, hath made no provision.

Thou hast covered thyself with anger, and pursued us, hast slain - hast not spared;

Offscouring and refuse, dost thou make us, in the midst of the peoples.

Mine eye dealeth severely with my soul, because of all the daughters of my city.

With streams of water, mine eye runneth down, over the grievous injury of the daughter of my people.

Thou hast pleaded, O My Lord, the pleas of my soul, hast redeemed my life;

They, have laid snares, for me as a bird, who are mine enemies without cause:

We, have trespassed and rebelled, Thou, hast not pardoned.

Mine eye, poureth itself out and ceaseth not, without relief;

Thou hast screened thyself with the clouds, that prayer, should not pass through;

With their mouth, opened wide over us, stand all our foes.

Terror and a pit, have befallen us, tumult and grievous injury;

They have cut off, in the dungeon, my life, and have cast a stone upon me;

Thou wilt render to them a recompense, O Yahweh, according to the work of their hands;

The lips of mine assailants, and their mutterings, are against me, all the day;

My voice, thou hast heard, - do not close thine ear to my respite, to mine outcry;

Thou wilt pursue in anger, and wilt destroy them, from under the heavens of Yahweh.

Waters, flowed over, my head, I said, I am cut off!

Until Yahweh out of the heavens shall look forth, and see,

Thou hast heard their reproach, O Yahweh, all their plots against me;

On their downsitting and their uprising, do thou look, I, am their song.

Thou hast seen all their vindictiveness, all their plots against me.

Thou wilt suffer them a veiling of heart, thy curse to them;

Thou hast beheld, O Yahweh, my failure to get justice, Pronounce thou my sentence;