Lamentations 1:11-16
Authorized (King James) Version
11 All her people sigh, they seek bread;
they have given their pleasant things
for meat to relieve the soul:
See, O Lord, and consider;
for I am become vile.
12 Is it nothing to you,
all ye that pass by?
behold, and see if there be any sorrow
like unto my sorrow,
which is done unto me,
wherewith the Lord hath afflicted me
in the day of his fierce anger.
13 From above hath he sent fire into my bones,
and it prevaileth against them:
he hath spread a net for my feet,
he hath turned me back:
he hath made me desolate
and faint all the day.
14 The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand:
they are wreathed,
and come up upon my neck:
he hath made my strength to fall,
the Lord hath delivered me into their hands,
from whom I am not able to rise up.
15 The Lord hath trodden under foot
all my mighty men in the midst of me:
he hath called an assembly against me
to crush my young men:
the Lord hath trodden the virgin,
the daughter of Judah,
as in a winepress.
16 For these things I weep;
mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water,
because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me:
my children are desolate,
because the enemy prevailed.
KJV reproduced by permission of Cambridge University Press, the Crown’s patentee in the UK.