Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a spring of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

但愿我的头为水，我的眼为泪的泉源，我好为我百姓中被杀的人昼夜哭泣。

但愿我的头为水，我的眼为泪水的泉源，我好为我百姓中被杀的人昼夜哭泣。

但愿我的头为水，我的眼为泪水的泉源，我好为我百姓中被杀的人昼夜哭泣。

真希望我的头是水泉，眼是泪泉，好为我被杀的同胞昼夜哭泣；

但愿我的头是水井，我的眼是泪的泉源；我好为我同胞（“同胞”原文作“人民的女子”）中被杀的，昼夜哭泣。（本节在《马索拉文本》为8:23）

但願我的頭為水，我的眼為淚的泉源，我好為我百姓中被殺的人晝夜哭泣。

但願我的頭為水，我的眼為淚水的泉源，我好為我百姓中被殺的人晝夜哭泣。

但願我的頭為水，我的眼為淚水的泉源，我好為我百姓中被殺的人晝夜哭泣。

真希望我的頭是水泉，眼是淚泉，好為我被殺的同胞晝夜哭泣；

但願我的頭是水井，我的眼是淚的泉源；我好為我同胞（“同胞”原文作“人民的女子”）中被殺的，晝夜哭泣。（本節在《馬索拉文本》為8:23）

哦，願我的頭為水，願我的眼為眼淚之泉源，我好為我子民中被刺死的人晝夜哭泣。

願我首為水泉、我目為淚源、則可為我被戮之民女、旦夕哭泣、

願我首為淵、我目為泉、淚出不止、斯民被戮、我為哭泣、無間晝夜。

願我首為水、我目為淚之源、則我為我民中被戮者、晝夜哭泣不止、

Oh, that my head were a spring of water and my eyes a fountain of tears! I would weep day and night for the slain of my people.

I wish my head were a spring of water! I wish my eyes were a fountain of tears! I would weep day and night for my people who have been killed.

Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

If only my head were a pool of water and my eyes a fountain of tears, I would weep day and night for all my people who have been slaughtered.

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.

Oh, that my head were waters And my eyes a fountain of tears, That I might weep day and night For those slain of the daughter of my people!

Oh, that my head were waters, And my eyes a fountain of tears, That I might weep day and night For the slain of the daughter of my people!

Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

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

Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

( 8: 23) I wish that my head were a well full of water and my eyes were a fountain full of tears! If they were, I could cry day and night for those of my dear people who have been killed.

But if you will not hear it, my soul will weep in secret for your pride. My eye will weep bitterly, and run down with tears, because Yahweh’s flock has been taken captive.

Therefore I said,“ Look away from me. I will weep bitterly. Don’t labor to comfort me for the destruction of the daughter of my people.

Daughter of my people, clothe yourself with sackcloth, and wallow in ashes! Mourn, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation, for the destroyer will suddenly come on us.

My eyes fail with tears. My heart is troubled. My liver is poured on the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because the young children and the infants swoon in the streets of the city.

Streams of tears run down my eyes, because they don’t observe your law.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people, I am hurt. I mourn. Dismay has taken hold of me.Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why then isn’t the health of the daughter of my people recovered?

Therefore I will weep with the weeping of Jazer for the vine of Sibmah. I will water you with my tears, Heshbon, and Elealeh: for on your summer fruits and on your harvest the battle shout has fallen.

“ Therefore sigh, you son of man. You shall sigh before their eyes with a broken heart and with bitterness.It shall be, when they ask you,‘ Why do you sigh?’ that you shall say,‘ Because of the news, for it comes! Every heart will melt, all hands will be feeble, every spirit will faint, and all knees will be weak as water. Behold, it comes, and it shall be done, says the Lord Yahweh.’”

“ You shall say this word to them:“‘ Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease; for the virgin daughter of my people is broken with a great breach, with a very grievous wound.

My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me,“ Where is your God?”

Their heart cried to the Lord. O wall of the daughter of Zion, let tears run down like a river day and night. Give yourself no relief. Don’t let the your eyes rest.Arise, cry out in the night, at the beginning of the watches! Pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord. Lift up your hands toward him for the life of your young children, who faint for hunger at the head of every street.

My eye runs down with streams of water, for the destruction of the daughter of my people.My eye pours down and doesn’t cease, without any intermission,

My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart! My heart trembles within me. I can’t hold my peace, because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.