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11 My eyes are spent with weeping;
    my stomach churns;
my bile is poured out on the ground
    because of the destruction of my people,[a]
because infants and babes faint
    in the streets of the city.(A)

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  1. 2.11 Heb the daughter of my people

20 Look, O Lord, at how distressed I am;
    my stomach churns;
my heart is wrung within me
    because I have been very rebellious.
In the street the sword bereaves;
    in the house it is like death.(A)

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16 For these things I weep;
    my eyes[a] flow with tears;
for a comforter is far from me,
    one to revive my courage;
my children are desolate,
    for the enemy has prevailed.(A)

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  1. 1.16 Heb my eye, my eye

13     his archers surround me.
He slashes open my kidneys and shows no mercy;
    he pours out my gall on the ground.(A)

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48 My eyes flow with rivers of tears
    because of the destruction of my people.[a]

49 My eyes will flow without ceasing,
    without respite,(A)
50 until the Lord from heaven
    looks down and sees.(B)
51 My eyes cause me grief
    at the fate of all the young women in my city.

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  1. 3.48 Heb the daughter of my people

Sorrow for a Doomed Nation

19 My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain!
    Oh, the walls of my heart!
My heart is beating wildly;
    I cannot keep silent,
for I[a] hear the sound of the trumpet,
    the alarm of war.(A)

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  1. 4.19 Or for you, O my soul,

Therefore I said:
“Look away from me;
    let me weep bitter tears;
do not try to comfort me
    for the destruction of my beloved people.”(A)

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14 I am poured out like water,
    and all my bones are out of joint;
my heart is like wax;
    it is melted within my breast;(A)

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My eyes waste away because of grief;
    they grow weak because of all my foes.(A)

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29 For the days are surely coming when they will say, ‘Blessed are the barren, and the wombs that never bore, and the breasts that never nursed.’

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Happier were those pierced by the sword
    than those pierced by hunger,
whose life drains away, deprived
    of the produce of the field.(A)

10 The hands of compassionate women
    have boiled their own children;
they became their food
    in the destruction of my people.(B)

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Even the jackals offer the breast
    and nurse their young,
but my people has become cruel,
    like the ostriches in the wilderness.(A)

The tongue of the infant sticks
    to the roof of its mouth for thirst;
the children beg for food,
    but there is nothing for them.(B)

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19 Arise, cry out in the night,
    at the beginning of the watches!
Pour out your heart like water
    before the presence of the Lord!
Lift your hands to him
    for the lives of your children,
who faint for hunger
    at the head of every street.(A)

20 Look, O Lord, and consider!
    To whom have you done this?
Should women eat their offspring,
    the children they have borne?
Should priest and prophet be killed
    in the sanctuary of the Lord?(B)

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And now thus says the Lord God of hosts, the God of Israel: Why are you doing such great harm to yourselves, to cut off man and woman, child and infant, from the midst of Judah, leaving yourselves without a remnant?(A)

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17 You shall say to them this word:
Let my eyes run down with tears night and day,
    and let them not cease,
for the virgin daughter of my people is struck down with a crushing blow,
    with a very grievous wound.(A)

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19 Listen! The cry of the daughter of my people
    from far and wide in the land:
“Is the Lord not in Zion?
    Is her King not in her?”
(“Why have they provoked me to anger with their images,
    with their foreign idols?”)(A)
20 “The harvest is past, the summer is ended,
    and we are not saved.”
21 For the brokenness of the daughter of my people I am broken,
    I mourn, and horror has seized me.(B)

22 Is there no balm in Gilead?
    Is there no physician there?
Why then has the health of the daughter of my people
    not been restored?(C)

[a]O that my head were a spring of water
    and my eyes a fountain of tears,
so that I might weep day and night
    for the slain of the daughter of my people!(D)

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  1. 9.1 8.23 in Heb

I am weary with my crying;
    my throat is parched.
My eyes grow dim
    with waiting for my God.(A)

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Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am in distress;
    my eye wastes away from grief,
    my soul and body also.

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Then David and the people who were with him raised their voices and wept until they had no more strength to weep.

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14 Like a swallow or a crane[a] I clamor;
    I moan like a dove.
My eyes are weary with looking upward.
    O Lord, I am oppressed; be my security!(A)

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  1. 38.14 Meaning of Heb uncertain