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.

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.

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!

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.

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?

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!

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!

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.

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!

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!

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!

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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;

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.

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

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

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

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