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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,

What do I testify [to] thee, what do I liken to thee, O daughter of Jerusalem? What do I equal to thee, and I comfort thee, O virgin daughter of Zion? For great as a sea [is] thy breach, Who doth give healing to thee?

Thy prophets have seen for thee a false and insipid thing, And have not revealed concerning thine iniquity, To turn back thy captivity, And they see for thee false burdens and causes of expulsion.

Opened against thee their mouth have all thine enemies, They have hissed, yea, they gnash the teeth, They have said: `We have swallowed [her] up, Surely this [is] the day that we looked for, We have found -- we have seen.'

Arise, cry aloud in the night, At the beginning of the watches. Pour out as water thy heart, Over against the face of the Lord, Lift up unto Him thy hands, for the soul of thine infants, Who are feeble with hunger at the head of all out-places.

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

The kindnesses of Jehovah! For we have not been consumed, For not ended have His mercies.

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

Good [is] Jehovah to those waiting for Him, To the soul [that] seeketh Him.

Good! when one doth stay and stand still For the salvation of Jehovah.

Good for a man that he beareth a yoke in his youth.

He sitteth alone, and is silent, For He hath laid [it] upon him.

For the Lord doth not cast off to the age.

For though He afflicted, yet He hath pitied, According to the abundance of His kindness.

For He hath not afflicted with His heart, Nor doth He grieve the sons of men.

What -- sigh habitually doth a living man, A man for his sin?

Fear and a snare hath been for us, Desolation and destruction.

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