Woe to me because of my brokenness— I am severely wounded! I exclaimed,“ This is my intense suffering, but I must bear it.”

民说：“祸哉！我受损伤；我的伤痕极其重大。”我却说：“这真是我的痛苦，必须忍受。

祸哉！我受损伤，我的伤痕极其重大。我却说：“这真的是我必须忍受的痛苦。”

祸哉！我受损伤，我的伤痕极其重大。我却说：“这真的是我必须忍受的痛苦。”

我有祸了！因我的创伤难愈。但我说：“这是疾病，我必须忍受。”

因我的损伤，我有祸了！我的创伤不能医治；但我说：“这是我的痛苦，我必须忍受。”

民說：禍哉！我受損傷；我的傷痕極其重大。我卻說：這真是我的痛苦，必須忍受。

禍哉！我受損傷，我的傷痕極其重大。我卻說：「這真的是我必須忍受的痛苦。」

禍哉！我受損傷，我的傷痕極其重大。我卻說：「這真的是我必須忍受的痛苦。」

我有禍了！因我的創傷難癒。但我說：「這是疾病，我必須忍受。」

因我的損傷，我有禍了！我的創傷不能醫治；但我說：“這是我的痛苦，我必須忍受。”

因我的破爛、我有禍啊！我受擊傷很厲害。但是我說：『這究竟是我的創痍，我必須忍受。』

民曰禍哉我也、我受殘害、我受重傷、我曰、是誠我憂、我必承之、

民曰、哀哉、我受傷殘、其痛殊甚、如此憂愁。其何以堪。

民曰、哀哉、我受殘害、我傷甚重、我自言曰、此我當受之患難、我宜忍之、

Woe to me because of my injury! My wound is incurable! Yet I said to myself,“ This is my sickness, and I must endure it.”

How terrible it will be for me! I’ve been wounded! And my wound can’t be healed! In spite of that, I said to myself,“ I’m sick. But I’ll have to put up with it.”

Woe is me because of my hurt! My wound is grievous. But I said,“ Truly this is an affliction, and I must bear it.”

My wound is severe, and my grief is great. My sickness is incurable, but I must bear it.

Woe to me, because of my injury! My wound is incurable. But I said,“ This certainly is a sickness, And I must endure it.”

Woe is me for my hurt! My wound is severe. But I say,“ Truly this is an infirmity, And I must bear it.”

Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is my grief, and I must bear it.

Woe to me because of my brokenness— I am severely wounded! I exclaimed,“ This is my intense suffering, but I must bear it.”

Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this[ is] a grief, and I must bear it.

And I cried out,“ We are doomed! Our wound is severe! We once thought,‘ This is only an illness. And we will be able to bear it!’

Woe is me because of my injury! My wound is serious; but I said,“ Truly this is my grief, and I must bear it.”

Because I have sinned against him, I must endure the LORD’s fury until he champions my cause and establishes justice for me. He will bring me into the light; I will see his salvation.

You are to speak this word to them: Let my eyes overflow with tears; day and night may they not stop, for my dearest people have been destroyed by a crushing blow, an extremely severe wound.

Why should any living person complain, any man, because of the punishment for his sins?Let’s examine and probe our ways, and turn back to the LORD.

I hear a cry like a woman in labor, a cry of anguish like one bearing her first child. The cry of Daughter Zion gasping for breath, stretching out her hands:“ Woe is me, for my life is weary because of the murderers!”

I am speechless; I do not open my mouth because of what you have done.

Is this nothing to you, all you who pass by? Look and see! Is there any pain like mine, which was dealt out to me, which the LORD made me suffer on the day of his burning anger?He sent fire from on high into my bones; he made it descend. He spread a net for my feet and turned me back. He made me desolate, sick all day long.My transgressions have been formed into a yoke, fastened together by his hand; they have been placed on my neck, and the Lord has broken my strength. He has handed me over to those I cannot withstand.The Lord has rejected all the mighty men within me. He has summoned an army against me to crush my young warriors. The Lord has trampled Virgin Daughter Judah like grapes in a winepress.I weep because of these things; my eyes flow with tears. For there is no one nearby to comfort me, no one to keep me alive. My children are desolate because the enemy has prevailed.Zion stretches out her hands; there is no one to comfort her. The LORD has issued a decree against Jacob that his neighbors should be his adversaries. Jerusalem has become something impure among them.The LORD is just, for I have rebelled against his command. Listen, all you people; look at my pain. My young women and young men have gone into captivity.I called to my lovers, but they betrayed me. My priests and elders perished in the city while searching for food to keep themselves alive.LORD, see how I am in distress. I am churning within; my heart is broken, for I have been very rebellious. Outside, the sword takes the children; inside, there is death.People have heard me groaning, but there is no one to comfort me. All my enemies have heard of my misfortune; they are glad that you have caused it. Bring on the day you have announced, so that they may become like me.Let all their wickedness come before you, and deal with them as you have dealt with me because of all my transgressions. For my groans are many, and I am sick at heart.

My eyes are worn out from weeping; I am churning within. My heart is poured out in grief because of the destruction of my dear people, because infants and nursing babies faint in the streets of the city.They cry out to their mothers,“ Where is the grain and wine?” as they faint like the wounded in the streets of the city, as their life pours out in the arms of their mothers.What can I say on your behalf? What can I compare you to, Daughter Jerusalem? What can I liken you to, so that I may console you, Virgin Daughter Zion? For your ruin is as vast as the sea. Who can heal you?Your prophets saw visions for you that were empty and deceptive; they did not reveal your iniquity and so restore your fortunes. They saw pronouncements for you that were empty and misleading.All who pass by scornfully clap their hands at you. They hiss and shake their heads at Daughter Jerusalem: Is this the city that was called the perfection of beauty, the joy of the whole earth?All your enemies open their mouths against you. They hiss and gnash their teeth, saying,“ We have swallowed her up. This is the day we have waited for! We have lived to see it.”The LORD has done what he planned; he has accomplished his decree, which he ordained in days of old. He has demolished without compassion, letting the enemy gloat over you and exalting the horn of your adversaries.The hearts of the people cry out to the Lord. Wall of Daughter Zion, let your tears run down like a river day and night. Give yourself no relief and your eyes no rest.Arise, cry out in the night from the first watch of the night. Pour out your heart like water before the Lord’s presence. Lift up your hands to him for the lives of your children who are fainting from hunger at the head of every street.LORD, look and consider to whom you have done this. Should women eat their own children, the infants they have nurtured? Should priests and prophets be killed in the Lord’s sanctuary?Both young and old are lying on the ground in the streets. My young women and young men have fallen by the sword. You have killed them in the day of your anger, slaughtering without compassion.You summon those who terrorize me on every side, as if for an appointed festival day; on the day of the LORD’s anger no one escaped or survived. My enemy has destroyed those I nurtured and reared.

If my head were a flowing spring, my eyes a fountain of tears, I would weep day and night over the slain of my dear people.

LORD, the hope of Israel, all who abandon you will be put to shame. All who turn away from me will be written in the dirt, for they have abandoned the LORD, the fountain of living water.

I am broken by the brokenness of my dear people. I mourn; horror has taken hold of me.

My eyes flow with streams of tears because of the destruction of my dear people.

My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in agony! Oh, the pain in my heart! My heart pounds; I cannot be silent. For you, my soul, have heard the sound of the ram’s horn— the shout of battle.

So I say,“ I am grieved that the right hand of the Most High has changed.”

I will wait for the LORD, who is hiding his face from the house of Jacob. I will wait for him.

She weeps bitterly during the night, with tears on her cheeks. There is no one to offer her comfort, not one from all her lovers. All her friends have betrayed her; they have become her enemies.

Then I thought,“ My future is lost, as well as my hope from the LORD.”Remember my affliction and my homelessness, the wormwood and the poison.I continually remember them and have become depressed.Yet I call this to mind, and therefore I have hope: