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The Lamentations of Jeremy

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Chapter 1

Yes Word (Tyndale-Modern English)


      Alas, how sits the city so desolate, that once was so full of people? Now she has become like a widow! she was the lady of all nations; Now is she brought under tribute, that ruled all lands.

      She weepeth sore in the night, so that the tears run down her cheeks: for among all her lovers, there is none that give her any comfort: yea her next friends abhor her, and are become her enemies.

      Judah is taken prisoner, because she was defiled: and for serving so many strange gods, she dwelleth now among the heathen. She findeth no rest: all that persecute her, took her, and so she dwelleth among her enemies.

      The streets of Zion mourn, because no man comes to the solemn feasts. All her gates are desolate, her priests make lamentations, her maidens are careful , and she herself is in great heaviness.

      Her enemies are fallen upon her head, and have put her to shame: because the Lord has chastened her for her great wickedness: her children are lead away captive before their enemy.

      All the beauty of the daughter of Zion is away, her princes have become like *wethers that find no pasture. They are driven away before their enemy, for they have no power.

      Now does Jerusalem remember the time of her misery and disobedience, yes the joy and pleasure that she had in the times past: seeing her people brought down through the power of their enemy, and there is no man for to help her: her enemies stand looking at her and laughing her Sabbath days to scorn.

      Jerusalem sinned ever more and more, therefore she has come into decay. All they that had her in honor, despise her: for they have seen her filthiness. Yes she sigheth, and is shamed of herself.

      Her skirts are defiled, she remembereth not what would follow: therefore is her fall so great, and there is no man to comfort her. O' Lord, consider my trouble, for my enemy has the upper hand.

      The enemy hath put his hand to all the precious things that she had, Yes even before her eyes came the heathen in and out of the sanctuary: whom thou never the less hast forbidden to come within your congregation.

      All her people seek their bread with heavens, and look what precious things every man hath, that he gives for meat, to save his life. Consider, O' Lord, and see, how vile I am became.

      O you all that go by, behold and see, if there be any sorrow like unto mine, where with the Lord hath troubled me, in the day of his fearful wrath.

      From above hath he sent down a fire into my bones, and chastened me: he hath laid a net for my feet, and thrown me wide open: he hath made me desolate, so that I must be ever mourning.      

      The pock of my transgressions is come at last, with his hand he hath taken it up and put it about my neck. My strength is gone: the Lord hath delivered me into those hands, where from I can not quite my self.

      The Lord hath destroyed all the mighty men, that were in me. He hath declared a feast , to slaughter all my best men. The Lord hath trod down the daughter of Juda, like as it were a wine press.

      Therefore do I weep, mine eyes gush out of water: for the comforter that should quicken me, is far from me. My children are driven away, for why? the enemy has gotten the overhand.

      Zion casteth out her hands, and there is no man to comfort her. The Lord hath laid the enemies round about Jacob, and Jerusalem is as a menstruous woman in the middle of them.

      The Lord is righteous; for I provoked his countenance into anger. O take heed all you people, and consider my heaviness: My maidens and my young men are lead away to captivity.

      I called for my lovers (but they beguiled me) for my Priests and counselors, but they perished: even while they sought for meat, to have their lives.
      Consider (O' Lord) how I am troubled, my womb is disquieted, my heart turneth about in me, and I am full of heaviness. The sword hurteth me without, and within I am like unto death.

      They hear my mourning, but there is none that will comfort me. All my enemies have heard of my trouble, and are glad thereof, because thou hast done it. But thou shalt bring forth the time, when they also shall be like unto me.

      From thee shall come all their adversity: thou shalt pluck them away even as thou has plucked me because of all my wickedness. For my sorrow is very great, and my heart is heavy.

*wethers (a castrated male sheep)

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