⁷ “Who is this, rising like the Nile,
    like rivers whose waters surge?
⁸ Egypt rises like the Nile,
    like rivers whose waters surge.
He said, I will rise, I will cover the earth,
    I will destroy cities and their inhabitants.
⁹ Advance, O horses,
    and rage, O chariots!
Let the warriors go forth:
    men of Ethiopia and Put who handle the shield,
    men of Lud, skilled in handling the bow.
¹⁰ That day is the day of the Lord God of hosts,
    a day of vengeance,
    to avenge himself on his foes.
The sword shall devour and be sated,
    and drink its fill of their blood.
For the Lord God of hosts holds a sacrifice
    in the north country by the river Euphra′tes.
¹¹ Go up to Gilead, and take balm,
    O virgin daughter of Egypt!
in vain you have used many medicines;
    there is no healing for you.
¹² The nations have heard of your shame,
    and the earth is full of your cry;
for warrior has stumbled against warrior;
    they have both fallen together.”

¹⁸ “As I live, says the King,
    whose name is the Lord of hosts,
like Tabor among the mountains,
    and like Carmel by the sea, shall one come.
¹⁹ Prepare yourselves baggage for exile,
    O inhabitants of Egypt!
For Memphis shall become a waste,
    a ruin, without inhabitant.

²⁰ “A beautiful heifer is Egypt,
    but a gadfly from the north has come upon her.
²¹ Even her hired soldiers in her midst
    are like fatted calves;
yea, they have turned and fled together,
    they did not stand;
for the day of their calamity has come upon them,
    the time of their punishment.

²² “She makes a sound like a serpent gliding away;
    for her enemies march in force,
and come against her with axes,
    like those who fell trees.
²³ They shall cut down her forest,
                says the Lord,
    though it is impenetrable,
because they are more numerous than locusts;
    they are without number.
²⁴ The daughter of Egypt shall be put to shame,
    she shall be delivered into the hand of a people from the north.”

² She weeps bitterly in the night,
    tears on her cheeks;
among all her lovers
    she has none to comfort her;
all her friends have dealt treacherously with her,
    they have become her enemies.

³ Judah has gone into exile because of affliction
    and hard servitude;
she dwells now among the nations,
    but finds no resting place;
her pursuers have all overtaken her
    in the midst of her distress.

⁴ The roads to Zion mourn,
    for none come to the appointed feasts;
all her gates are desolate,
    her priests groan;
her maidens have been dragged away,^[a]
    and she herself suffers bitterly.

⁵ Her foes have become the head,
    her enemies prosper,
because the Lord has made her suffer
    for the multitude of her transgressions;
her children have gone away,
    captives before the foe.

⁶ From the daughter of Zion has departed
    all her majesty.
Her princes have become like harts
    that find no pasture;
they fled without strength
    before the pursuer.

⁷ Jerusalem remembers
    in the days of her affliction and bitterness^[b]
all the precious things
    that were hers from days of old.
When her people fell into the hand of the foe,
    and there was none to help her,
the foe gloated over her,
    mocking at her downfall.

⁸ Jerusalem sinned grievously,
    therefore she became filthy;
all who honored her despise her,
    for they have seen her nakedness;
yea, she herself groans,
    and turns her face away.

⁹ Her uncleanness was in her skirts;
    she took no thought of her doom;
therefore her fall is terrible,
    she has no comforter.
“O Lord, behold my affliction,
    for the enemy has triumphed!”

¹⁰ The enemy has stretched out his hands
    over all her precious things;
yea, she has seen the nations
    invade her sanctuary,
those whom thou didst forbid
    to enter thy congregation.

¹¹ All her people groan
    as they search for bread;
they trade their treasures for food
    to revive their strength.
“Look, O Lord, and behold,
    for I am despised.”

¹² “Is it nothing to you,^[c] all you who pass by?
    Look and see
if there is any sorrow like my sorrow
    which was brought upon me,
which the Lord inflicted
    on the day of his fierce anger.

¹³ “From on high he sent fire;
    into my bones^[d] he made it descend;
he spread a net for my feet;
    he turned me back;
he has left me stunned,
    faint all the day long.

¹⁴ “My transgressions were bound^[e] into a yoke;
    by his hand they were fastened together;
they were set upon my neck;
    he caused my strength to fail;
the Lord gave me into the hands
    of those whom I cannot withstand.

¹⁵ “The Lord flouted all my mighty men
    in the midst of me;
he summoned an assembly against me
    to crush my young men;
the Lord has trodden as in a wine press
    the virgin daughter of Judah.

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

¹⁷ Zion stretches out her hands,
    but there is none to comfort her;
the Lord has commanded against Jacob
    that his neighbors should be his foes;
Jerusalem has become
    a filthy thing among them.

¹⁸ “The Lord is in the right,
    for I have rebelled against his word;
but hear, all you peoples,
    and behold my suffering;
my maidens and my young men
    have gone into captivity.

¹⁹ “I called to my lovers
    but they deceived me;
my priests and elders
    perished in the city,
while they sought food
    to revive their strength.

²⁰ “Behold, O Lord, for I am in distress,
    my soul is in tumult,
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.

²¹ “Hear^[f] how I groan;
    there is none to comfort me.
All my enemies have heard of my trouble;
    they are glad that thou hast done it.
Bring thou^[g] the day thou hast announced,
    and let them be as I am.

²² “Let all their evil-doing come before thee;
    and deal with them
as thou hast dealt with me
    because of all my transgressions;
for my groans are many
    and my heart is faint.”