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.

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.

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.

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,

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.

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!

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!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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;

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

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