He has bent his bow like an enemy. He has stood with his right hand as an adversary, and has slain all who were pleasant to the eye. He has poured out his wrath like fire in the tent of the daughter of Zion.

Her gates are sunk into the ground. He has destroyed and broken her bars. Her king and her rulers are among the nations where the law is not. Yea, her prophets find no vision from LORD.

They say to their mothers, Where is grain and wine? when they faint as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul is poured out into their mothers' bosom.

See, O LORD, and behold to whom thou have done thus! Shall the women eat their fruit, the sons who are dandled in the hands? Shall the priest and the prophet be slain in the sanctuary of LORD?

Thou have called, as in the day of a solemn assembly, my terrors on every side. And there was none who escaped or remained in the day of LORD's anger. My enemy has consumed those whom I have dandled and brought up.

He has bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.

[It is of] LORD's loving kindnesses that we are not consumed, because his compassions do not fail.

They are new every morning. Great is thy faithfulness.

Let us search and try our ways, and turn again to LORD.

Let us lift up our heart with our hands to God in the heavens.

All our enemies have opened their mouth wide against us.

They have chased me grievously like a bird, those who are my enemies without cause.

Thou heard my voice. Hide not thine ear at my breathing, at my cry.

How the gold has become dim, the most pure gold changed! The stones of the sanctuary are poured out at the head of every street.

The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, how they are esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!

Those who fed luxuriously are desolate in the streets. Those who were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.

For the iniquity of the daughter of my people is greater than the sin of Sodom, that was overthrown as in a moment, and no hands were laid upon her.

Her ranking men were purer than snow. They were whiter than milk. They were more ruddy in body than rubies. Their polishing was as of sapphire.

Their visage is blacker than a coal. They are not known in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones. It is withered. It has become like a stick.

Those who are slain with the sword are better than those who are slain with hunger, for these pine away, stricken through, for want of the fruits of the field.

The hands of the pitiful women have boiled their own children. They were their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people.

They wander as blind men in the streets. They are polluted with blood, so that men cannot touch their garments.

Our eyes do yet fail [in looking] for our vain help. In our watching we have watched for a nation that could not save.

They hunt our steps, so that we cannot go in our streets. Our end is near, our days are fulfilled, for our end has come.

Our pursuers were swifter than the eagles of the heavens. They chased us upon the mountains. They laid wait for us in the wilderness.

The breath of our nostrils, the anointed of LORD, was taken in their pits, of whom we said, Under his shadow we shall live among the nations.

Remember, O LORD, what has come upon us. Behold, and see our reproach.

Our inheritance is turned to strangers, our houses to aliens.

We are orphans and fatherless. Our mothers are as widows.

We have drunken our water for money. Our wood is sold to us.

Our pursuers are upon our necks. We are weary, and have no rest.

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

We get our bread at the peril of our lives, because of the sword of the wilderness.

Our skin is black like an oven, because of the burning heat of famine.

Rulers were hanged up by their hand. The faces of elders were not honored.

The joy of our heart is ceased, our dance is turned into mourning.

The crown has fallen from our head. Woe to us! For we have sinned.

For this our heart is faint. For these things our eyes are dim,

Turn thou us back to thee, O LORD, and we shall be turned back. Renew our days as of old.

But thou have utterly rejected us. Thou are very angry against us.