Lamentations 1:14-16

The Voice

¹⁴     Now the burden of all my wrongs is a yoke.
        God has laid them upon my shoulders,
    Bound them around my neck.
        He has made sure I’m too weak to support them.
    The Lord gave me into the hand of an enemy.
        I could not resist.

¹⁵     Overwhelmed by none other than God,
        the Lord has determined that all my warriors are worthless.
    He has summoned a meeting of those who are against me
        to crush the young men who would protect me,
    And He has stomped lovely Judah, virgin daughter,
        like grapes in a winepress.

¹⁶     Pity, my eyes won’t stop their crying; I can’t stop.
        There is no one nearby to comfort me or revive my spirit,
    No one to pull me up.
        My children know it—they’re left empty,
    The enemy has won.