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1How desolate the city sits
She has become like a widow,
Like a woman of nobility in the provinces,
2She weeps bitterly in the night,
she has no comforter
All her friends have been unfaithful to her;
3Judah has gone into exile with misery
she lives among the nations,
all her pursuers have overtaken her
4The roads of Zion are mourning
All her gates are desolate,
her young women are worried,
5Her foes have become her master,[#Literally “head”]
Yahweh has made her suffer
Her children have gone away,
6All her majesty has gone away
her princes have become like young stags
they have gone away without strength,
7Jerusalem remembers
all her treasures
When her people fell into the hand of the enemy,
the enemies saw her, they mocked
8Jerusalem sinned grievously,
all those who honored her despise her
She herself groans
9Her uncleanness was in her skirts;
she has descended beyond understanding,
See, O Yahweh, my persecution!
10The enemy has stretched out his hand
for she has seen the nations,
those whom you commanded not to enter
11All her people groan,
They give their treasures for food,
See, O Yahweh, and look,
12Is it nothing to you, all who pass by?[#Literally “all who cross a road”]
if there is sorrow like my sorrow,
which Yahweh inflicted
13From heaven he sent fire,
He spread out a net for my feet;
he gave me devastation,
14My rebellion was bound as a yoke,
it was put on my neck
The Lord gave me into the hands
15The Lord has rejected
He called an assembly against me,
like in a wine press,
the virgin daughter of Judah.
16For these things, I am weeping,
because a comforter is far from me,
My sons are desolate
17Zion stretches out her hands;
Yahweh has commanded against Jacob,
Jerusalem has become
18Yahweh is righteous;
Please hear, all the nations,
My young women and young men
19I have called to my lovers,
my priests and elders perished in the city
20See, O Yahweh, that I am in distress;[#Literally “there is distress for me”]
my heart has turned inside me
From outside a sword brings bereavement,
21They hear that I was groaning;
All my enemies have heard my misery,
Bring that day that you have proclaimed,
22Let all their evil come before you;
just as you have dealt with me
for my groaning is much and my heart is faint.