Is it nothing to you, all ye passing by the way? Look attentively, and see, If there is any pain like my pain, That He is rolling to me? Whom Jehovah hath afflicted In the day of the fierceness of His anger.

From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.

Bound hath been the yoke of my transgressions by His hand, They are wrapped together, They have gone up on my neck, He hath caused my power to stumble, The Lord hath given me into hands, I am not able to rise.

Trodden down all my mighty ones hath the Lord in my midst, He proclaimed against me an appointed time, To destroy my young men, A wine-press hath the Lord trodden, To the virgin daughter of Judah.

For these I am weeping, My eye, my eye, is running down with waters, For, far from me hath been a comforter, Refreshing my soul, My sons have been desolate, For mighty hath been an enemy.

Righteous is Jehovah, For His mouth I have provoked. Hear, I pray you, all ye peoples, and see my pain, My virgins and my young men have gone into captivity.

I called for my lovers, they -- they have deceived me, My priests and my elders in the city have expired; When they have sought food for themselves, Then they give back their soul.

See, O Jehovah, for distress is to me, My bowels have been troubled, Turned hath been my heart in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From without bereaved hath the sword, In the house it is as death.

They have heard that I have sighed, There is no comforter for me, All my enemies have heard of my calamity, They have rejoiced that Thou hast done it, Thou hast brought in the day Thou hast called, And they are like to me.

Come in doth all their evil before Thee, And one is doing to them as Thou hast done to me, For all my transgressions, For many are my sighs, and my heart is sick!

Consumed by tears have been my eyes, Troubled have been my bowels, Poured out to the earth hath been my liver, For the breach of the daughter of my people; In infant and suckling being feeble, In the broad places of the city,

Lain on the earth in out-places have young and old, My virgins and my young men have fallen by the sword, Thou hast slain in a day of Thine anger, Thou hast slaughtered -- Thou hast not pitied.

Thou dost call as at a day of appointment, My fears from round about, And there hath not been in the day of the anger of Jehovah, An escaped and remaining one, They whom I stretched out and nourished, My enemy hath consumed!

Me He hath led, and causeth to go in darkness, and without light.

Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.

He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.

He hath built up against me, And setteth round poverty and weariness.

In dark places He hath caused me to dwell, As the dead of old.

He hath hedged me about, and I go not out, He hath made heavy my fetter.

Also when I call and cry out, He hath shut out my prayer.

He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.

A bear lying in wait He is to me, A lion in secret hiding-places.

My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.

He hath trodden His bow, And setteth me up as a mark for an arrow.

He hath caused to enter into my reins The sons of His quiver.

I have been a derision to all my people, Their song all the day.

He hath filled me with bitter things, He hath filled me with wormwood.

And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes.

And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.

And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.

Remember my affliction and my mourning, Wormwood and gall!

Remember well, and bow down doth my soul in me.

This I turn to my heart -- therefore I hope.

My portion is Jehovah, hath my soul said, Therefore I hope for Him.

Rivulets of water go down my eye, For the destruction of the daughter of my people.

My eye affecteth my soul, Because of all the daughters of my city.

Hunted me sore as a bird have my enemies without cause.

They have cut off in a pit my life, And they cast a stone against me.

Flowed have waters over my head, I have said, I have been cut off.

My voice Thou hast heard, Hide not Thine ear at my breathing -- at my cry.

Thou hast pleaded, O Lord, the pleadings of my soul, Thou hast redeemed my life.

Thou hast seen, O Jehovah, my overthrow, Judge Thou my cause.

Thou hast seen all their vengeance, All their thoughts of me.

Thou hast heard their reproach, O Jehovah, All their thoughts against me,

The lips of my withstanders, Even their meditation against me all the day.

Even dragons have drawn out the breast, They have suckled their young ones, The daughter of my people is become cruel, Like the ostriches in a wilderness.

And greater is the iniquity of the daughter of my people, Than the sin of Sodom, That was overturned as in a moment, And no hands were stayed on her.

The hands of merciful women have boiled their own children, They have been for food to them, In the destruction of the daughter of my people.