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11 All her people groan,
    they are searching for bread.
They give their treasures for food,
    to bring back life.
See, O Yahweh, and look,
    how I am despised.
12 Is it nothing to you, all who pass by?[a]
    Look and see
if there is sorrow like my sorrow,[b]
    which was dealt to me,
which Yahweh inflicted
    on the day of his wrath.[c]
13 From heaven he sent fire,
    into my bones he let it descend.
He spread out a net for my feet;
    he turned me back,
he gave me devastation,
    fainting all day.
14 My rebellion was bound as a yoke,
    with his hand it was fastened together;
it was put on my neck
    and caused my strength to fail.
The Lord gave me into the hands
    of those whom I cannot withstand.
15 The Lord has rejected
    all my mighty ones in my midst.
He called an assembly against me,
    to crush my young men;
like in a wine press,
    the Lord has trodden on
the virgin daughter of Judah.
16 For these things, I am weeping,
    my eyes flow with tears;[d]
because a comforter is far from me,
    one to restore my life.
My sons are desolate
    because the enemy has prevailed.

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Footnotes

  1. Lamentations 1:12 Literally “all who cross a road”
  2. Lamentations 1:12 Or “pain like my pain”
  3. Lamentations 1:12 Literally “on the day of the blaze of his nose”
  4. Lamentations 1:16 Literally “my eye my eye is going down with water”

11 Her people groan as they search for bread.
    They have sold their treasures for food to stay alive.
“O Lord, look,” she mourns,
    “and see how I am despised.

12 “Does it mean nothing to you, all you who pass by?
    Look around and see if there is any suffering like mine,
which the Lord brought on me
    when he erupted in fierce anger.

13 “He has sent fire from heaven that burns in my bones.
    He has placed a trap in my path and turned me back.
He has left me devastated,
    racked with sickness all day long.

14 “He wove my sins into ropes
    to hitch me to a yoke of captivity.
The Lord sapped my strength and turned me over to my enemies;
    I am helpless in their hands.

15 “The Lord has treated my mighty men
    with contempt.
At his command a great army has come
    to crush my young warriors.
The Lord has trampled his beloved city[a]
    like grapes are trampled in a winepress.

16 “For all these things I weep;
    tears flow down my cheeks.
No one is here to comfort me;
    any who might encourage me are far away.
My children have no future,
    for the enemy has conquered us.”

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Footnotes

  1. 1:15 Hebrew the virgin daughter of Judah.