Zion's Sorrows Come from the LORD |
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How hath the Lord covered the daughter of Zion with a cloud in his anger,
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and cast down from heaven unto the earth the beauty of Israel, |
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and remembered not his footstool in the day of his anger! |
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The Lord hath swallowed up all the habitations of Jacob,
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and hath not pitied: |
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he hath thrown down in his wrath the strongholds of the daughter of Judah; |
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he hath brought them down to the ground: |
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he hath polluted the kingdom and the princes thereof. |
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He hath cut off in his fierce anger all the horn of Israel:
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he hath drawn back his right hand from before the enemy, |
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and he burned against Jacob like a flaming fire, which devoureth round about. |
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He hath bent his bow like an enemy:
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he stood with his right hand as an adversary, |
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and slew all that were pleasant to the eye in the tabernacle of the daughter of Zion: |
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he poured out his fury like fire. |
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The Lord was as an enemy:
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he hath swallowed up Israel, |
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he hath swallowed up all her palaces: |
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he hath destroyed his strongholds, |
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and hath increased in the daughter of Judah mourning and lamentation. |
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And he hath violently taken away his tabernacle, as if it were of a garden;
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he hath destroyed his places of the assembly: |
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the LORD hath caused the solemn feasts and sabbaths to be forgotten in Zion, |
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and hath despised in the indignation of his anger the king and the priest. |
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The Lord hath cast off his altar,
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he hath abhorred his sanctuary, |
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he hath given up into the hand of the enemy the walls of her palaces; |
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they have made a noise in the house of the LORD, |
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as in the day of a solemn feast. |
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The LORD hath purposed to destroy
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the wall of the daughter of Zion: |
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he hath stretched out a line, |
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he hath not withdrawn his hand from destroying: |
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therefore he made the rampart and the wall to lament; |
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they languished together. |
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Her gates are sunk into the ground;
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he hath destroyed and broken her bars: |
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her king and her princes are among the Gentiles: |
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the law is no more; |
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her prophets also find no vision from the LORD. |
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The elders of the daughter of Zion sit upon the ground, and keep silence:
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they have cast up dust upon their heads; |
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they have girded themselves with sackcloth: |
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the virgins of Jerusalem hang down their heads to the ground. |
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Mine eyes do fail with tears,
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my bowels are troubled, |
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my liver is poured upon the earth, |
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for the destruction of the daughter of my people; |
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because the children and the sucklings swoon in the streets of the city. |
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They say to their mothers, Where is corn and wine?
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when they swooned as the wounded in the streets of the city, |
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when their soul was poured out into their mothers' bosom. |
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What thing shall I take to witness for thee?
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What thing shall I liken to thee, |
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O daughter of Jerusalem? |
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What shall I equal to thee, that I may comfort thee, |
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O virgin daughter of Zion? |
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For thy breach is great like the sea: |
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who can heal thee? |
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Thy prophets have seen vain and foolish things for thee:
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and they have not discovered thine iniquity, to turn away thy captivity; |
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but have seen for thee false burdens and causes of banishment. |
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All that pass by clap their hands at thee;
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they hiss and wag their head at the daughter of Jerusalem, saying, |
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Is this the city that men call The perfection of beauty, The joy of the whole earth? |
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All thine enemies have opened their mouth against thee:
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they hiss and gnash the teeth: |
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they say, We have swallowed her up: |
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certainly this is the day that we looked for; |
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we have found, we have seen it. |
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The LORD hath done that which he had devised;
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he hath fulfilled his word that he had commanded in the days of old: |
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he hath thrown down, and hath not pitied: |
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and he hath caused thine enemy to rejoice over thee, |
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he hath set up the horn of thine adversaries. |
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Their heart cried unto the Lord,
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O wall of the daughter of Zion, |
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let tears run down like a river day and night: |
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give thyself no rest; |
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let not the apple of thine eye cease. |
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Arise, cry out in the night:
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in the beginning of the watches pour out thine heart like water before the face of the Lord: |
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lift up thy hands toward him for the life of thy young children, |
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that faint for hunger in the top of every street. |
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Behold, O LORD, and consider to whom thou hast done this.
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Shall the women eat their fruit, and children of a span long? |
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Shall the priest and the prophet be slain in the sanctuary of the Lord? |
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The young and the old lie on the ground in the streets:
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my virgins and my young men are fallen by the sword; |
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thou hast slain them in the day of thine anger; |
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thou hast killed, and not pitied. |
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Thou hast called as in a solemn day my terrors round about,
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so that in the day of the LORD's anger none escaped nor remained: |
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those that I have swaddled and brought up hath mine enemy consumed. |
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