Lamentations Chapters
First Lamentation
1 | 1 How forlorn the city lies,
once teeming with people!
How like a widow is she,
once mistress of the nations!
A princess among the cities,
she has now become enslaved.
2 She spends her nights weeping,
drenching her cheeks with tears.
Who is there to comfort her
among all her lovers?
All her friends have betrayed her
and have become her enemies.
3 Humiliated, exhausted,
Judah has gone into exile
but she finds no rest among the nations
where she sojourns;
her pursuers have overtaken her
where there is no way of escape.
4 All roads to Zion are in mourning;
no one comes to her feasts.
Her gates are deserted,
her priests groan,
her virgins grieve.
What bitter anguish she suffers!
5 She is at the mercy of her foes
who enjoy prosperity and power.
The Lord himself has made her suffer
for all her iniquity.
Her children, driven into captivity,
take the lonely road to exile.
6 Gone from the daughter of Zion
is all her majestic splendor.
Her rulers, like harts
that find no pasture,
have fled helplessly
before the oppressors.
7 Jerusalem recalls her days
of wandering and affliction,
her people fell into the hands of her foes
and there was no help.
Haters gloated over her downfall
and laughed at her destruction.
8 Greatly has Jerusalem sinned;
she has become as a thing unclean.
Honored before,
but now despised by those who have seen her naked,
she groans in dismay
and turns her face away.
9 Her filth clings to her skirt.
She gave no thought to her doom,
and so her fall came suddenly,
with no one to offer comfort.
“Look, O Lord, upon my misery,
for my enemy has overcome me.”
10 She has seen how the enemy
has laid hands on her treasures.
She has seen how the nations
have defiled her Sanctuary—
those people you have not allowed
to come into your assembly.
11 All her people groan
as they search for bread;
just to keep themselves alive,
they give their jewels for food.
Look, Lord, and mark
how I have been despised.
12 All you who pass by,
look and see.
Is there any calamity
like this, inflicted on me
by the Lord on the day
of his burning anger.
13 From above, he sent a fire
down into my very bones,
he ensnared my feet
and threw me down,
and left me in pain
the whole day long.
14 He bound my sins into a yoke
and fastened them together,
then set them on my neck
and caused my strength to fail.
The Lord gave me into the hands
of those, I cannot withstand.
15 The Lord has spurned
the bravest of my fighters;
he has summoned an army
to crush my young warriors.
The Lord has trodden in his winepress
Judah’s virgin daughter.
16 I weep about this, which makes my tears well up.
No one is near to restore my spirit,
no one at hand to console me.
My children are desolate,
for the enemy has triumphed.
17 Zion stretches out her hands,
but there is no one to give comfort to.
The Lord has decreed for Jacob
that his neighbors become his foes.
Jerusalem has become
an unclean thing among them.
18 The Lord acts justly,
for I have defied his order.
Listen, all you people,
and see how I suffer.
My young men and maidens
have all gone into exile.
19 I cried for help from my lovers,
but they betrayed me.
My priests and my elders
perished in the city
they sought anything to eat,
but finally, they had to die.
20 Look, Lord, upon my distress:
All within me is in anguish.
My heart recoils within me:
I know that I have been rebellious.
See, outside, the sword that kills,
and within, a death that stalks.
21 People have heard my moaning,
but no one comes to comfort me.
My foes have known of my suffering;
they rejoice at what you have done.
Hasten the day you have proclaimed
that they may be even as I am.
22 Let their evil come
before you and deal with them
as you have dealt with me
on account of my sins.
Great indeed is my groaning.
How sick at heart I am!
Second Lamentation
2 | 1 Oh, how the Lord, in his anger,
has despised the daughter of Zion!
Israel’s glory he has flung
from heaven down to earth;
unmindful of his footstool
on the day of his wrath.
2 Without pity, the Lord has shattered
in Jacob’s every dwelling.
He has torn down in his anger
the ramparts of Judah’s daughter.
He has thrown her rulers and her king
to the ground, dishonored.
3 He has cut down on his anger
the horn of Israel’s might.
He has withdrawn his right hand
at the approach of the enemy.
In Jacob, he has blazed like a fire;
he has devoured all around.
4 Like an enemy, he has bent his bow,
his right hand steadying the arrow.
All our pride of manhood he slew
as he took his stand as a foe,
pouring out fury like fire
upon the tent of Zion’s daughter.
5 The Lord has become an enemy
who has laid Israel in ruins.
He has destroyed all her palaces
and laid waste her fortresses.
He has multiplied the tears
of the daughter of Judah.
6 The Lord has wrecked her dwelling,
laid waste her place of meeting.
He has made Zion forget
her appointed feasts and Sabbaths;
he has spurned in his fierce wrath
king and prophet and priest.
7 The Lord has rejected his altar,
has forsaken his Sanctuary.
He has handed over the walls of her tower to the enemy,
whose triumphant shouts are heard
in the temple of the Lord.
8 The Lord resolved to tear down
the ramparts of Zion’s daughter.
He stretched out the measuring line
and did not relent from bringing ruin.
He made both wall and rampart mourn
till, together, they crumbled down.
9 Her gates have sunk into the ground;
broken and removed are their bars.
Her king and rulers
live in exile among the nations.
No more message for their prophets,
no more visions from the Lord.
10 The elders of the daughter of Zion
sit in silence on the ground,
their heads sprinkled with dust,
their bodies wrapped in sackcloth,
while Jerusalem’s young women
bow their heads to the ground.
11 With weeping, my eyes are spent;
my soul is in torment
because of the downfall
of the daughter of my people,
because children and infants faint
in the open spaces of the town.
12 To their mothers, they say,
“Where are the bread and wine?”
as they faint like wounded men
in the streets and public squares,
as their lives ebb away
in their mothers’ arms.
13 To what can I compare you,
O daughter of Jerusalem?
Who can save or comfort you,
O virgin daughter of Zion?
Deep as the sea is your affliction,
and who can possibly heal you?
14 Your prophets’ visions
were worthless and false.
Had they warned of your sins,
your fate might have been averted.
But what they gave you, instead,
were false, misleading signs.
15 Passersby shudder;
some clap their hands at the sight;
others wag their heads at the fate
of the daughter of Jerusalem.
“Is this the city that was called
the loveliest, the joy of the world?”
16 All your enemies open wide
their mouths against you;
they gnash their teeth, they hiss,
they crow: “We have destroyed her!
This is the day we have waited for;
we have lived to see it happen.”
17 The Lord has accomplished his purpose;
he has fulfilled his word
which he decreed in the days of old;
he overthrew you without mercy.
He made your enemies joyful
and gave them the power to crush you.
18 Cry out to the Lord, O wall
of the daughter of Zion!
Oh, let your tears flow
day and night like a river.
Give yourself no relief;
grant your eyes no respite.
19 Get up, cry out in the night,
at the beginning of the watches!
Pour out your heart like water
in the presence of the Lord.
Lift up your hands to him,
for the lives of your children,
who faint with hunger
at the corner of every street.
20 Look, Lord, and answer:
Why have you treated us like this?
Why must women eat their little ones,
whom they have nursed in their arms?
Why must priests and prophets be slaughtered
in the Sanctuary of the Lord?
21 In the dust of the streets
lie the young and the old,
both virgins and young men—
all fallen by the sword.
You have killed on the day of your fury;
you have slaughtered without mercy.
22 As for a feast day, you bade
terrors to come from every side.
On the day of your anger,
there was neither fugitive nor survivor.
My enemy has murdered
all whom I bore and reared.
Third Lamentation
3 | 1 I am a man who has known calamity
from the rod of his wrath.
2 He has driven and brought me
into darkness, not into the light.
3 He turns his hand against me alone,
all day long, again and again.
4 He has worn away my flesh and skin;
he has broken all my bones.
5 He assails me and surrounds me
with tribulation and bitterness.
6 He leaves me to dwell in darkness,
like those who have long been dead.
7 He has walled me in without escape;
he has weighed me down with chains.
8 I could not even cry for help,
for he has stopped my prayer.
9 He bars my way with stones
and left me helplessly alone.
10 Like a bear lying in ambush,
like a lion waiting for its prey,
11 he lunged at me, tore me to pieces,
and left me alone and helpless.
12 Then he drew his bow
and aimed his arrow at me.
13 He pierced my sides
with arrows from his quiver.
14 I have become a laughingstock,
a topic of songs for all the people.
15 He has sated me with bitter food;
he has made me drunk with wormwood.
16 He has broken my teeth with gravel
and thrown me down in the ashes.
17 He has deprived my soul of peace,
till I have forgotten happiness.
18 Now I say, “Gone are my hopes
and all my confidence in the Lord.”
19 Recalling my affliction and homelessness
is wormwood and gall.
20 Thinking it over and over
makes my soul downcast.
21 But this, when I ponder,
is what gives me hope:
22 The Lord’s love abides unceasingly.
His compassion is never consumed;
23 every morning it is renewed.
And his love remains ever faithful.
24 “My portion is the Lord,” says my soul.
“On him shall I rely.”
25 The Lord is good to those who hope in him,
to souls who search for him.
26 It is rewarding to wait in silence
for the Lord’s salvation.
27 It is good for man to bear the yoke from his youth.
28 Let him sit alone in silence
when the Lord fastens the yoke on him.
29 Let him put his lips to the dust
there may still be hope.
30 Let him offer his cheek to be struck;
let him be overwhelmed with insult.
31 For it is not forever
that the Lord rejects man.
32 In the abundance of his love,
he punishes but has compassion.
33 For he does not willingly abase
or afflict the human race.
34 To trample underfoot
the prisoners of the land,
35 to deny a man his rights
in the presence of the Most High,
36 to deprive people of justice—
the Lord does not approve of this.
37 Who can command and execute
what the Lord has not willed?
38 From the mouth of the Most High
come all things, good or bad.
39 Why, then, should mortals complain
when punished for their sin?
40 Let us search and examine our ways and return to the Lord.
41 Let us lift up our hearts and hands
to God in heaven, and say:
42 We have sinned and rebelled,
and you have not forgiven us.
43 Clothed in anger, you have pursued us without mercy.
44 You have wrapped yourself in clouds
so no prayer can reach you.
45 You have reduced us to dust
and refuse among the nations.
46 Our foes have opened wide
their mouths against us.
47 Terror is our lot:
Pitfall, ruin, and desolation.
48 Great is my grief over the downfall
of the daughter of my people.
49 No respite, no relief,
as my tears flow ceaselessly,
50 till the Lord looks down
from heaven and sees.
51 My soul will grieve in torment
for the women of my city.
52 Like a bird, I have been hunted
by my foes without cause.
53 They flung me alive into a pit
and cast stones at me.
54 As the waters closed over my head,
I thought I would never again live.
55 Out of the depths, I called
on your name, O Lord.
56 You heard; you have not been deaf
to my cry for relief.
57 When I called, you even came near
and told me not to fear.
58 O Lord, you took up my case
and redeemed my life.
59 You have seen the wrong they did me,
uphold my cause!
60 You have seen how resentfully
they plotted to destroy my life.
61 O Lord, you have heard the insults
hurled at me, their insidious plots;
62 You have been aware of their thoughts,
their muttering against me all day long.
63 Look at them—sitting or standing—
mocking me in their song!
64 Repay them as they deserve,
according to their deeds, O Lord.
65 Harden their hearts;
hold them under your curse.
66 Pursue and destroy them in a fury
from under the heavens, O Lord.
Fourth Lamentation
4 | 1 How tarnished the gold has become.
The fine gold has lost its luster.
Why, the sacred stones lie strewn
at every street corner!
2 Oh, the precious sons of Zion,
once worth their weight in gold—
but now reckoned no more
than earthen jars from a potter’s mold!
3 Even jackals bare their breasts
to suckle their young,
but my people have become heartless,
like ostriches in the desert land.
4 In thirst, the infant’s tongue
cleaves to the roof of its mouth.
Children are begging for alms,
but no one can help them.
5 Those accustomed to fine food
now lie dying in the streets.
Those accustomed to wearing purple
now lie destitute upon the ash heaps.
6 The punishment of my people
is greater than that of Sodom,
which was overthrown in an instant,
without a helping hand.
7 Brighter than snow were their rulers,
even whiter than milk;
their bodies rosier than coral,
their beauty as radiant as sapphires.
8 Now they look blacker than soot,
unrecognized in the streets.
Their emaciated form shows a lack of food,
their skin shriveled and dry as wood.
9 Better to have died by the sword
than to have perished in hunger.
The famine-stricken people perish,
and slowly, wretchedly, pass away.
10 Once loving mothers, our women
have cooked their own children
and made them their food:
Such has been the crash of my people!
11 The Lord has given full vent to his wrath;
pouring out his fierce anger.
He has kindled a fire in Zion,
which has consumed her foundation.
12 Never had kings believed
nor the world thought possible
that the enemy could break
through the gates of Jerusalem.
13 But this happened because of the priests, who sinned,
because of the prophets who transgressed,
shedding in her midst the blood of the just.
14 They wandered like blind men,
groping through the streets,
so defiled with blood
that none could touch their garments.
15 “Go away!” people cried at them.
“Do not touch us! You are unclean!”
They became fugitives wandering about,
but even the nations would drive them out.
16 The Lord himself has dispersed them;
no longer does he watch over them.
The priests are shown no honor;
the elders are given no favor.
17 Our guards strained their eyes,
looking for help in vain.
We anxiously waited for an ally,
who failed to save us.
18 Like dogs, our enemies hounded us
and kept us off the streets.
As our end drew near,
we knew our days were numbered.
19 Swifter were our pursuers
than the eagles in the sky.
Over the hills, they chased us;
they waylaid us in the wilderness.
20 Our life’s breath, the Lord’s anointed,
was taken captive in their pit—
he of whom we said, “In his protection
we shall live among the nations.”
21 Rejoice and be glad, O daughter of Edom,
you who dwell in the land of Uz.
But you shall be drunk and stripped bare,
for to you also the cup will pass.
22 Your ordeal, daughter of Zion, will end;
for your exile will not be prolonged.
But Edom’s daughter will be chastised,
and her wickedness will be exposed.
Fifth Lamentation
5 | 1 Remember, Lord, what has befallen us. Look and see our disgrace,
2 our home handed over to strangers, our inheritance to foreigners.
3 We are as orphans, fatherless, and early widowed are our mothers.
4 The drinking water we must buy; for our own wood, we have to pay.
5 With the yoke stifling our breath, without rest, we work to death.
6 We have bowed down to Egypt and Assyria just to subsist.
7 Our ancestors who sinned are no more, but we bear their guilt.
8 Slaves rule us, and there is no one to rescue us from their hands.
9 We brave the desert heat and the sword just to get our hard-earned food.
10 Our skin is hot like a furnace, dried up and shriveled by hunger.
11 Ravished are the wives in Zion, the virgins in the towns of Judah.
12 Princes are hung up by their hands; elders are shown no respect.
13 Young men toil at the millstones; boys stagger under heavy loads.
14 The old have shunned the city gate, the young, their music.
15 From our hearts, joy is gone; we danced then, but now we lament.
16 The garlands have fallen from our heads. Woe upon us, for we have sinned!
17 Over all this, our hearts are sick, and our eyes have grown weak:
18 for we see Mount Zion desolate; the jackals prowl within.
19 You, O Lord, forever reign; your throne endures from age to age.
20 Why, then, should you abandon us, why forget us for so long a time?
21 Lead us to you again, O Lord, that we may be restored; renew our days as of old.
23 Have you utterly rejected us? Is there no end to your wrath against us?