134 lines
4.5 KiB
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134 lines
4.5 KiB
Markdown
# Chapter 2
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1 How the Lord in his anger
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has set the daughter of Zion under a cloud!
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He has cast down from heaven to earth
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the splendor of Israel;
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he has not remembered his footstool
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in the day of his anger.
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2 The Lord has swallowed up without mercy
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all the habitations of Jacob;
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in his wrath he has broken down
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the strongholds of the daughter of Judah;
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he has brought down to the ground in dishonor
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the kingdom and its rulers.
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3 He has cut down in fierce anger
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all the might of Israel;
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he has withdrawn from them his right hand
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in the face of the enemy;
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he has burned like a flaming fire in Jacob,
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consuming all around.
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4 He has bent his bow like an enemy,
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with his right hand set like a foe;
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and he has killed all who were delightful in our eyes
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in the tent of the daughter of Zion;
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he has poured out his fury like fire.
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5 The Lord has become like an enemy;
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he has swallowed up Israel;
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he has swallowed up all its palaces;
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he has laid in ruins its strongholds,
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and he has multiplied in the daughter of Judah
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mourning and lamentation.
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6 He has laid waste his booth like a garden,
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laid in ruins his meeting place;
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the Lord has made Zion forget
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festival and Sabbath,
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and in his fierce indignation has spurned king and priest.
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7 The Lord has scorned his altar,
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disowned his sanctuary;
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he has delivered into the hand of the enemy
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the walls of her palaces;
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they raised a clamor in the house of the Lord
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as on the day of festival.
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8 The Lord determined to lay in ruins
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the wall of the daughter of Zion;
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he stretched out the measuring line;
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he did not restrain his hand from destroying;
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he caused rampart and wall to lament;
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they languished together.
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9 Her gates have sunk into the ground;
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he has ruined and broken her bars;
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her king and princes are among the nations;
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the law is no more,
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and her prophets find
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no vision from the Lord.
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10 The elders of the daughter of Zion
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sit on the ground in silence;
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they have thrown dust on their heads
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and put on sackcloth;
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the young women of Jerusalem
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have bowed their heads to the ground.
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11 My eyes are spent with weeping;
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my stomach churns;
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my bile is poured out to the ground
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because of the destruction of the daughter of my people,
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because infants and babies faint
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in the streets of the city.
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12 They cry to their mothers,
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“Where is bread and wine?”
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as they faint like a wounded man
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in the streets of the city,
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as their life is poured out
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on their mothers' bosom.
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13 What can I say for you, to what compare you,
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O daughter of Jerusalem?
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What can I liken to you, that I may comfort you,
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O virgin daughter of Zion?
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For your ruin is vast as the sea;
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who can heal you?
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14 Your prophets have seen for you
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false and deceptive visions;
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they have not exposed your iniquity
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to restore your fortunes,
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but have seen for you oracles
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that are false and misleading.
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15 All who pass along the way
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clap their hands at you;
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they hiss and wag their heads
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at the daughter of Jerusalem:
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“Is this the city that was called
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the perfection of beauty,
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the joy of all the earth?”
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16 All your enemies
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rail against you;
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they hiss, they gnash their teeth,
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they cry: “We have swallowed her!
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Ah, this is the day we longed for;
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now we have it; we see it!”
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17 The Lord has done what he purposed;
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he has carried out his word,
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which he commanded long ago;
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he has thrown down without pity;
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he has made the enemy rejoice over you
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and exalted the might of your foes.
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18 Their heart cried to the Lord.
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O wall of the daughter of Zion,
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let tears stream down like a torrent
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day and night!
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Give yourself no rest,
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your eyes no respite!
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19 “Arise, cry out in the night,
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at the beginning of the night watches!
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Pour out your heart like water
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before the presence of the Lord!
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Lift your hands to him
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for the lives of your children,
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who faint for hunger
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at the head of every street.”
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20 Look, O Lord, and see!
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With whom have you dealt thus?
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Should women eat the fruit of their womb,
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the children of their tender care?
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Should priest and prophet be killed
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in the sanctuary of the Lord?
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21 In the dust of the streets
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lie the young and the old;
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my young women and my young men
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have fallen by the sword;
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you have killed them in the day of your anger,
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slaughtering without pity.
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22 You summoned as if to a festival day
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my terrors on every side,
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and on the day of the anger of the Lord
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no one escaped or survived;
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those whom I held and raised
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my enemy destroyed. |