HowאֵיכָהAdonaiאֲדֹנָיin his angerבְּאַפּוֹcovers with a cloudיָעִיבthe daughterבַּתof Zion!צִיּוֹןHe has thrown downהִשְׁלִיךְfrom the heavensמִשָּׁמַיִםto the earthאֶרֶץthe beautyתִּפְאֶרֶתof Israel,יִשְׂרָאֵלand has notוְלֹאrememberedזָכַרthe footstoolהֲדֹםof his feetרַגְלָיוin the dayבְּיוֹםof his anger.אַפּוֹ
Adonaiאֲדֹנָיhas swallowed upבִּלַּעand has notוְלֹאpitiedחָמַלallכָּלthe pasturesנְאוֹתof Jacob;יַעֲקֹבhe has torn downהָרַסin his wrathבְּעֶבְרָתוֹthe strongholdsמִבְצְרֵיof the daughterבַתof Judah;יְהוּדָהhe has brought them downהִגִּיעַto the ground;לָאָרֶץhe has profanedחִלֵּלthe kingdomמַמְלָכָהand its princes.וְשָׂרֶיהָ
He has cut offגָּדַעin burningבָּחֳרִיangerאַףeveryכֹּלhornקֶרֶןof Israel;יִשְׂרָאֵלhe has turnedהֵשִׁיבbackאָחוֹרhis right handיְמִינוֹbefore the enemy,מִפְּנֵי אוֹיֵבand he has burnedוַיִּבְעַרin Jacobבְּיַעֲקֹבlike a fireכְּאֵשׁof flameלֶהָבָהthat devoursאָכְלָהall around.סָבִיב
He has bentדָּרַךְhis bowקַשְׁתּוֹlike an enemy,כְּאוֹיֵבwith his right handיְמִינוֹsetנִצָּבlike an adversary,כְּצָרand he has killedוַיַּהֲרֹגallכֹּלwho were preciousמַחֲמַדֵּיto the eye;עָיִןin the tentבְּאֹהֶלof the daughterבַּתof Zionצִיּוֹןhe has poured outשָׁפַךְlike fireכָּאֵשׁhis fury.חֲמָתוֹ
Adonaiאֲדֹנָיhas becomeהָיָהlike an enemy;כְּאוֹיֵבhe has swallowed upבִּלַּעIsrael;יִשְׂרָאֵלhe has swallowed upבִּלַּעallכָּלher palaces;אַרְמְנוֹתֶיהָhe has destroyedשִׁחֵתits strongholds,מִבְצָרָיוand he has multipliedוַיֶּרֶבin the daughterבְּבַתof Judahיְהוּדָהmourningתַּאֲנִיָּהand moaning.וַאֲנִיָּה
And he has done violence,וַיַּחְמֹסas to a garden,כַּגַּןto his booth;שֻׂכּוֹhe has destroyedשִׁחֵתhis meeting place;מוֹעֲדוֹYHWHיְהוָהhas made them forgetשִׁכַּחin Zionבְּצִיּוֹןappointed feastמוֹעֵדand Sabbath,וְשַׁבָּתand he has spurned,וַיִּנְאַץin the indignationבְּזַעַםof his anger,אַפּוֹkingמֶלֶךְand priest.וְכֹהֵן
Adonaiאֲדֹנָיhas rejectedזָנַחhis altar;מִזְבְּחוֹhe has repudiatedנִאֵרhis sanctuary;מִקְדָּשׁוֹhe has handed overהִסְגִּירinto the handבְּיַדof the enemyאוֹיֵבthe wallsחוֹמֹתof her palaces;אַרְמְנוֹתֶיהָthey have raised their voiceקוֹל נָתְנוּin the houseבְּבֵיתof YHWHיְהוָהas on a dayכְּיוֹםof appointed feast.מוֹעֵד
YHWHיְהוָהhas plannedחָשַׁבto destroyלְהַשְׁחִיתthe wallחוֹמַתof the daughterבַּתof Zion;צִיּוֹןhe has stretched outנָטָהthe line;קָוhe has notלֹאdrawn backהֵשִׁיבhis handיָדוֹfrom swallowing up;מִבַּלֵּעַand he has madeוַיַּאֲבֶלrampartחֵלand wallוְחוֹמָהmourn;יַּאֲבֶלtogetherיַחְדָּוthey languish.אֻמְלָלוּ
Her gatesשְׁעָרֶיהָhave sunkטָבְעוּinto the ground;בָאָרֶץhe has destroyedאִבַּדand brokenוְשִׁבַּרher bars;בְּרִיחֶיהָher kingמַלְכָּהּand her princesוְשָׂרֶיהָare among the nations;בַגּוֹיִםthere is noאֵיןinstruction;תּוֹרָהevenגַּםher prophetsנְבִיאֶיהָdo notלֹאfindמָצְאוּa visionחָזוֹןfrom YHWH.מֵיְהוָה
They sitיֵשְׁבוּon the ground,לָאָרֶץthey are silent,יִדְּמוּthe eldersזִקְנֵיof the daughterבַתof Zion;צִיּוֹןthey have thrown upהֶעֱלוּdustעָפָרon their heads;עַל רֹאשָׁםthey have girded themselvesחָגְרוּwith sackcloth;שַׂקִּיםthey have bowedהוֹרִידוּto the groundלָאָרֶץtheir heads,רֹאשָׁןthe virginsבְּתוּלֹתof Jerusalem.יְרוּשָׁלִָם
My eyesעֵינַיare spentכָּלוּwith tears;בַדְּמָעוֹתmy insidesמֵעַיare in turmoil;חֳמַרְמְרוּmy liverכְּבֵדִיis poured outנִשְׁפַּךְon the groundלָאָרֶץbecause of the shatteringעַל שֶׁבֶרof the daughterבַּתof my people,עַמִּיwhenבֵּchildעוֹלֵלand nursing infantוְיוֹנֵקfaintעָטֵףin the squaresבִּרְחֹבוֹתof the city.קִרְיָה
To their mothersלְאִמֹּתָםthey say,יֹאמְרוּ“Where isאַיֵּהgrainדָּגָןand wine?”וָיָיִןas they faintבְּהִתְעַטְּפָםlike the woundedכֶּחָלָלin the squaresבִּרְחֹבוֹתof the city,עִירas their lifeבְּ נַפְשָׁםis poured outהִשְׁתַּפֵּךְinto the bosomאֶל חֵיקof their mothers.אִמֹּתָם
Whatמָהshall I cite as witness for you?אֲעִידֵךְWhatמָהshall I liken to you,אֲדַמֶּה לָּךְO daughterהַבַּתof Jerusalem?יְרוּשָׁלִַםWhatמָהshall I compare to youאַשְׁוֶה לָּךְso that I may comfort you,וַאֲנַחֲמֵךְvirginבְּתוּלַתdaughterבַּתof Zion?צִיּוֹןForכִּיgreatגָדוֹלas the seaכַּיָּםis your shattering;שִׁבְרֵךְwhoמִיcan heal you?יִרְפָּא לָךְ
Your prophetsנְבִיאַיִךְhave seenחָזוּfor youלָךְwhat is emptyשָׁוְאand insipid,וְתָפֵלand they have notוְלֹאexposedגִלּוּyour iniquityעַל עֲוֺנֵךְto bring back your captivity;לְהָשִׁיב שְׁבוּתֵךְthey have seenוַיֶּחֱזוּfor youלָךְburdensמַשְׂאוֹתthat are emptyשָׁוְאand deceptions.וּמַדּוּחִים
They clapסָפְקוּtheir handsכַּפַּיִםat you,עָלַיִךְallכָּלwho pass byעֹבְרֵיon the road;דֶרֶךְthey hissשָׁרְקוּand shakeוַיָּנִעוּtheir headsרֹאשָׁםat the daughterעַל בַּתof Jerusalem:יְרוּשָׁלִָם“Is thisהֲזֹאתthe cityהָעִירthat they calledשֶׁיֹּאמְרוּ‘The perfectionכְּלִילַתof beauty,יֹפִיthe joyמָשׂוֹשׂof allלְכָלthe earth’?”הָאָרֶץ
They have openedפָּצוּtheir mouthפִּיהֶםagainst you,עָלַיִךְallכָּלyour enemies;אוֹיְבַיִךְthey hissשָׁרְקוּand grindוַיַּחַרְקוּtheir teeth;שֵׁןthey say,אָמְרוּ“We have swallowed her up!בִּלָּעְנוּSurelyאַךְthis isזֶהthe dayהַיּוֹםthat we hoped for;שֶׁקִּוִּינֻהוּwe have found it,מָצָאנוּwe have seen it.”רָאִינוּ
YHWHיְהוָהhas doneעָשָׂהwhatאֲשֶׁרhe planned;זָמָםhe has fulfilledבִּצַּעhis sayingאֶמְרָתוֹthatאֲשֶׁרhe commandedצִוָּהfrom the daysמִימֵיof old;קֶדֶםhe has torn downהָרַסand has notוְלֹאpitied;חָמָלand he has madeוַיְשַׂמַּחthe enemyאוֹיֵבrejoiceיְשַׂמַּחover you;עָלַיִךְhe has raisedהֵרִיםthe hornקֶרֶןof your adversaries.צָרָיִךְ
Their heartלִבָּםcried outצָעַקto Adonai.אֶל אֲדֹנָי“Wallחוֹמַתof the daughterבַּתof Zion,צִיּוֹןshedהוֹרִידִיtearsדִּמְעָהlike a torrentכַנַּחַלdayיוֹמָםand night;וָלַיְלָהdo notאַלgrantתִּתְּנִיyourselfלָךְrelief;פוּגַתdo not letאַלthe pupilבַּתof your eyeעֵינֵךְbe still.תִּדֹּם
Arise,קוּמִיcry aloudרֹנִּיin the night,בַלַּיְלָהat the beginningלְרֹאשׁof the watches;אַשְׁמֻרוֹתpour outשִׁפְכִיlike waterכַמַּיִםyour heartלִבֵּךְbefore the faceנֹכַח פְּנֵיof Adonai;אֲדֹנָיlift upשְׂאִיto himאֵלָיוyour handsכַּפַּיִךְfor the lifeעַל נֶפֶשׁof your little childrenעוֹלָלַיִךְwho faintהָעֲטוּפִיםfrom hungerבְּרָעָבat the headבְּרֹאשׁof everyכָּלstreet.”חוּצוֹת
See,רְאֵהYHWH,יְהוָהand look:וְהַבִּיטָהto whomלְמִיhave you dealtעוֹלַלְתָּthus?כֹּהShouldאִםwomenנָשִׁיםeatתֹּאכַלְנָהtheir fruit,פִּרְיָםthe childrenעֹלֲלֵיraised with care?טִפֻּחִיםShouldאִםthere be killedיֵהָרֵגin the sanctuaryבְּמִקְדַּשׁof Adonaiאֲדֹנָיpriestכֹּהֵןand prophet?וְנָבִיא
They lieשָׁכְבוּon the groundלָאָרֶץin the streets,חוּצוֹתboyנַעַרand old man;וְזָקֵןmy virginsבְּתוּלֹתַיand my young menוּבַחוּרַיhave fallenנָפְלוּby the sword;בֶחָרֶבyou have killed themהָרַגְתָּin the dayבְּיוֹםof your anger;אַפֶּךָyou have slaughtered,טָבַחְתָּyou have notלֹאpitied.חָמָלְתָּ
You have summoned,תִּקְרָאas on a dayכְיוֹםof appointed feast,מוֹעֵדmy terrorsמְגוּרַיfrom all around;מִסָּבִיבand there was notוְלֹא הָיָהin the dayבְּיוֹםof the angerאַףof YHWHיְהוָהa fugitiveפָּלִיטor a survivor;וְשָׂרִידthose whomאֲשֶׁרI raised with careטִפַּחְתִּיand brought up,וְרִבִּיתִיmy enemyאֹיְבִיhas consumed them.כִלָּם