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Jeremiah » The prophet » Lamentations of » Over jerusalem
Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
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Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me. Behold, the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people from a land that is very far off: Is not LORD in Zion? Is not her King in her? Why have they provoked me to anger with their graven images, and with foreign vanities? The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved. read more.
For the hurt of the daughter of my people I am hurt. I mourn. Dismay has taken hold on me.
For the hurt of the daughter of my people I am hurt. I mourn. Dismay has taken hold on me.
Woe is me because of my hurt! My wound is grievous, but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it. My tent is destroyed, and all my cords are broken. My sons have gone forth from me, and they are not. There is none to spread my tent any more, and to set up my curtains. For the shepherds have become brutish, and have not inquired of LORD. Therefore they have not prospered, and all their flocks are scattered. read more.
The voice of news. Behold, it comes, and a great commotion out of the north country, to make the cities of Judah a desolation, a dwelling-place of jackals.
The voice of news. Behold, it comes, and a great commotion out of the north country, to make the cities of Judah a desolation, a dwelling-place of jackals.