Howאֵיכָהshe sitsיָשְׁבָהalone,בָדָדthe cityהָעִירgreatרַבָּתִיwith people!עָםShe has becomeהָיְתָהlike a widow,כְּאַלְמָנָהthe great oneרַּבָּתִיamong the nations;בַגּוֹיִםthe princessשָׂרָתִיamong the provincesבַּמְּדִינוֹתhas becomeהָיְתָהsubject to forced labor.לָמַס
She weepsתִבְכֶּהand weepsבָּכוֹin the night,בַּלַּיְלָהand her tearsוְדִמְעָתָהּare on her cheek;עַל לֶחֱיָהּshe has no oneאֵין לָהּto comfort herמְנַחֵםamong allמִכָּלher lovers;אֹהֲבֶיהָallכָּלher friendsרֵעֶיהָhave betrayed her;בָּגְדוּ בָהּthey have becomeהָיוּ לָהּenemies.לְאֹיְבִים
Judahיְהוּדָהhas gone into exileגָּלְתָהbecause of afflictionמֵעֹנִיand because of greatוּמֵרֹבservitude;עֲבֹדָהsheהִיאdwellsיָשְׁבָהamong the nations;בַגּוֹיִםshe does notלֹאfindמָצְאָהa resting place;מָנוֹחַallכָּלher pursuersרֹדְפֶיהָhave overtaken herהִשִּׂיגוּהָin the midst of distresses.בֵּין הַמְּצָרִים
The roadsדַּרְכֵיof Zionצִיּוֹןmourn,אֲבֵלוֹתbecause no oneמִבְּלִיcomesבָּאֵיto the appointed feast;מוֹעֵדallכָּלher gatesשְׁעָרֶיהָare desolate;שׁוֹמֵמִיןher priestsכֹּהֲנֶיהָgroan;נֶאֱנָחִיםher virginsבְּתוּלֹתֶיהָare grieved,נּוּגוֹתand as for her,וְהִיאit is bitterמַרfor her.לָהּ
Her adversariesצָרֶיהָhave becomeהָיוּthe head;לְרֹאשׁher enemiesאֹיְבֶיהָare at ease,שָׁלוּbecauseכִּיYHWHיְהוָהhas afflicted herהוֹגָהּfor the multitudeעַל רֹבof her transgressions;פְּשָׁעֶיהָher little childrenעוֹלָלֶיהָhave goneהָלְכוּinto captivityשְׁבִיbefore the adversary.לִפְנֵי צָר
And there has gone outוַיֵּצֵאfrom the daughter of Zionמִבַּת צִיּוֹןallכָּלher splendor;הֲדָרָהּher princesשָׂרֶיהָhave becomeהָיוּlike deerכְּאַיָּלִיםthat have notלֹאfoundמָצְאוּpasture,מִרְעֶהand they have goneוַיֵּלְכוּwithout strengthבְלֹא כֹחַbefore the pursuer.לִפְנֵי רוֹדֵף
Jerusalemיְרוּשָׁלִַםremembers,זָכְרָהin the daysיְמֵיof her afflictionעָנְיָהּand her wandering,וּמְרוּדֶיהָallכֹּלher precious thingsמַחֲמֻדֶיהָthatאֲשֶׁרwere hersהָיוּfrom the daysמִימֵיof old,קֶדֶםwhenבִּher peopleעַמָּהּfellנְפֹלinto the handבְּיַדof the adversary,צָרand there was no oneוְאֵיןto helpעוֹזֵרher;לָהּthe adversariesצָרִיםsaw her;רָאוּהָthey laughedשָׂחֲקוּat her ruin.עַל מִשְׁבַּתֶּהָ
SinחֵטְאJerusalemיְרוּשָׁלִַםhas sinned;חָטְאָהthereforeעַל כֵּןshe has becomeהָיָתָהan unclean thing;לְנִידָהallכָּלwho honored herמְכַבְּדֶיהָdespise her,הִזִּילוּהָforכִּיthey have seenרָאוּher nakedness;עֶרְוָתָהּshe tooגַּם הִיאgroansנֶאֶנְחָהand turnsוַתָּשָׁבback.אָחוֹר
Her uncleannessטֻמְאָתָהּis in her skirts;בְּשׁוּלֶיהָshe did notלֹאrememberזָכְרָהher end,אַחֲרִיתָהּand she has come downוַתֵּרֶדastonishingly;פְּלָאִיםshe has no oneאֵין לָהּto comfort her.מְנַחֵם“See,רְאֵהYHWH,יְהוָהmy affliction,עָנְיִיforכִּיthe enemyאוֹיֵבhas made himself great.”הִגְדִּיל
The adversaryצָרhas spread outפָּרַשׂhis handיָדוֹover allעַל כָּלher precious things;מַחֲמַדֶּיהָforכִּיshe has seenרָאֲתָהnationsגוֹיִםenterבָּאוּher sanctuary,מִקְדָּשָׁהּthose concerning whomאֲשֶׁרyou commanded,צִוִּיתָה“They shall notלֹאenterיָבֹאוּinto your assembly.”בַקָּהָל לָךְ
Allכָּלher peopleעַמָּהּgroan,נֶאֱנָחִיםseekingמְבַקְּשִׁיםbread;לֶחֶםthey have givenנָתְנוּtheir precious thingsמַחֲמַדֵּיהֶםfor foodבְּאֹכֶלto bring backלְהָשִׁיבlife.נָפֶשׁ“See,רְאֵהYHWH,יְהוָהand look,וְהַבִּיטָהforכִּיI have becomeהָיִיתִיworthless.”זוֹלֵלָה
“Is it nothingלוֹאto you,אֲלֵיכֶםallכָּלwho pass byעֹבְרֵיon the road?דֶרֶךְLookהַבִּיטוּand seeוּרְאוּif there isאִם יֵשׁpainמַכְאוֹבlike my painכְּמַכְאֹבִיthatאֲשֶׁרhas been dealtעוֹלַלto me,לִיwith whichאֲשֶׁרYHWHיְהוָהhas afflicted meהוֹגָהin the dayבְּיוֹםof his burningחֲרוֹןanger.אַפּוֹ
From on highמִמָּרוֹםhe sentשָׁלַחfireאֵשׁinto my bones,בְּעַצְמֹתַיand it ruled over them;וַיִּרְדֶּנָּהhe spreadפָּרַשׂa netרֶשֶׁתfor my feet;לְרַגְלַיhe turned meהֱשִׁיבַנִיback;אָחוֹרhe has made meנְתָנַנִיdesolate,שֹׁמֵמָהfaintדָּוָהall the day.כָּל הַיּוֹם
Boundנִשְׂקַדis the yokeעֹלof my transgressions;פְּשָׁעַיby his handבְּיָדוֹthey are woven together;יִשְׂתָּרְגוּthey have come upעָלוּon my neck;עַל צַוָּארִיhe has madeהִכְשִׁילmy strengthכֹּחִיstumble;הִכְשִׁילAdonaiאֲדֹנָיhas given meנְתָנַנִיinto the handsבִּידֵיof those against whom I am notלֹאableאוּכַלto rise.קוּם
Adonaiאֲדֹנָיhas rejectedסִלָּהallכָלmy mighty onesאַבִּירַיin my midst;בְּקִרְבִּיhe has calledקָרָאagainst meעָלַיan appointed feastמוֹעֵדto crushלִשְׁבֹּרmy young men;בַּחוּרָיAdonaiאֲדֹנָיhas troddenדָּרַךְas a winepressגַּתthe virginלִבְתוּלַתdaughterבַּתof Judah.יְהוּדָה
For these thingsעַל אֵלֶּהIאֲנִיweep;בוֹכִיָּהmy eye,עֵינִיmy eyeעֵינִיruns downיֹרְדָהwith water,מַּיִםforכִּיfarרָחַקfrom meמִמֶּנִּיis one who comforts,מְנַחֵםone who brings backמֵשִׁיבmy soul;נַפְשִׁיmy sonsבָנַיare desolate,הָיוּ שׁוֹמֵמִיםforכִּיthe enemyאוֹיֵבhas prevailed.”גָבַר
Zionצִיּוֹןspreads outפֵּרְשָׂהher hands;בְּיָדֶיהָthere is no oneאֵיןto comfort her;מְנַחֵם לָהּYHWHיְהוָהhas commandedצִוָּהconcerning Jacobלְיַעֲקֹבthat those around himסְבִיבָיוbe his adversaries;צָרָיוJerusalemיְרוּשָׁלִַםhas becomeהָיְתָהa menstrual impurityלְנִדָּהamong them.בֵּינֵיהֶם
“Righteousצַדִּיקis he,הוּאYHWH,יְהוָהforכִּיagainst his mouthפִיהוּI have rebelled;מָרִיתִיhear,שִׁמְעוּplease,נָאallכָלthe peoples,הָעַמִּיםand seeוּרְאוּmy pain;מַכְאֹבִיmy virginsבְּתוּלֹתַיand my young menוּבַחוּרַיhave goneהָלְכוּinto captivity.בַשֶּׁבִי
I calledקָרָאתִיto my lovers;לַמְאַהֲבַיtheyהֵמָּהdeceived me;רִמּוּנִיmy priestsכֹּהֲנַיand my eldersוּזְקֵנַיin the cityבָּעִירbreathed their lastגָּוָעוּwhileכִּיthey soughtבִקְשׁוּfoodאֹכֶלfor themselvesלָמוֹto bring backוְיָשִׁיבוּtheir life.נַפְשָׁם
See,רְאֵהYHWH,יְהוָהthatכִּיI am in distress;צַר לִיmy insidesמֵעַיare in turmoil;חֳמַרְמָרוּmy heartלִבִּיis overturnedנֶהְפַּךְwithin me,בְּקִרְבִּיforכִּיI have rebelledמָרִיתִיand rebelled;מָרוֹoutsideמִחוּץthe swordחֶרֶבbereaves;שִׁכְּלָהin the houseבַּבַּיִתit is like death.כַּמָּוֶת
They have heardשָׁמְעוּthatכִּיIאָנִיgroan;נֶאֱנָחָהthere is no oneאֵיןto comfort me;מְנַחֵם לִיallכָּלmy enemiesאֹיְבַיhave heardשָׁמְעוּof my trouble;רָעָתִיthey rejoiceשָׂשׂוּthatכִּיyouאַתָּהhave done it;עָשִׂיתָyou have broughtהֵבֵאתָthe dayיוֹםyou proclaimed,קָרָאתָand they will beוְיִהְיוּlike me.כָמוֹנִי
Letתָּבֹאallכָלtheir wickednessרָעָתָםcomeתָּבֹאbefore you,לְפָנֶיךָand dealוְעוֹלֵלwith themלָמוֹasכַּאֲשֶׁרyou have dealtעוֹלַלְתָּwith meלִיfor allעַל כָּלmy transgressions;פְּשָׁעָיforכִּיmany areרַבּוֹתmy groans,אַנְחֹתַיand my heartוְלִבִּיis faint.”דַוָּי