Lamentations 4 March 26

14 These prophets and priests blindly grope their way through the streets,

grimy and stained from their dirty lives,

Wasted by their wasted lives,

shuffling from fatigue, dressed in rags.

15 People yell at them, “Get out of here, dirty old men!

Get lost, don’t touch us, don’t infect us!”

They have to leave town. They wander off.

Nobody wants them to stay here.

Everyone knows, wherever they wander,

that they’ve been kicked out of their own hometown.

16 God himself scattered them.

No longer does he look out for them.

He has nothing to do with the priests;

he cares nothing for the elders.

Lamentations 4 March 25

11 God let all his anger loose, held nothing back.

He poured out his raging wrath.

He set a fire in Zion

that burned it to the ground.

12 The kings of the earth couldn’t believe it.

World rulers were in shock,

Watching old enemies march in big as you please,

right through Jerusalem’s gates.

13 Because of the sins of her prophets

and the evil of her priests,

Who exploited good and trusting people,

robbing them of their lives,

Lamentations 4 March 24

8 But now they are smeared with soot,

unrecognizable in the street,

Their bones sticking out,

their skin dried out like old leather.

9 Better to have been killed in battle

than killed by starvation.

Better to have died of battle wounds

than to slowly starve to death.

10 Nice and kindly women

boiled their own children for supper.

This was the only food in town

when my dear people were broken.

Lamentations 4 March 23

5 People used to the finest cuisine

forage for food in the streets.

People used to the latest in fashions

pick through the trash for something to wear.

6 The evil guilt of my dear people

was worse than the sin of Sodom—

The city was destroyed in a flash,

and no one around to help.

7 The splendid and sacred nobles

once glowed with health.

Their bodies were robust and ruddy,

their beards like carved stone.

Lamentations 4 March 22

1 Oh, oh, oh …

How gold is treated like dirt,

the finest gold thrown out with the garbage,

Priceless jewels scattered all over,

jewels loose in the gutters.

2 And the people of Zion, once prized,

far surpassing their weight in gold,

Are now treated like cheap pottery,

like everyday pots and bowls mass-produced by a potter.

3 Even wild jackals nurture their babies,

give them their breasts to suckle.

But my people have turned cruel to their babies,

like an ostrich in the wilderness.

4 Babies have nothing to drink.

Their tongues stick to the roofs of their mouths.

Little children ask for bread

but no one gives them so much as a crust.

 

Lamentations March 21

64 Pay them back fully, Lord,

according to what they have done.

65 Give them a tortured mind—

put your curse on them!

66 Angrily hunt them down; wipe them out

from under the Lord’s heaven.

Lamentations March 20

59 Lord, look at my mistreatment;

judge my cause.

60 Look at all of my enemies’ vengeance,

all of their scheming against me.

61 Hear their jeering, Lord,

all of their scheming against me,

62 the speech of those

who rise up against me,

their incessant gossiping about me.

63 Whether sitting or standing,

look at how I am the object

of their song of ridicule.

Lamentations March 19

55 I call on your name, Lord,

from the depths of the pit.

56 Hear my voice. Don’t close your ear

to my need for relief,

to my cry for help.

57 Come near to me on the day I call to you.

Say to me, “Don’t be afraid.”

58 My Lord! Plead my desperate case;

redeem my life.

Lamentations March 18

49 My eyes flow and don’t stop.

There is no relief

50 until the Lord looks down

from the heavens and notices.

51 My eyes hurt me because of what’s

happened to my city’s daughters.

52 My enemies hunted me down like a bird,

relentlessly, for no reason.

53 They caught me alive in a pit

and threw stones at me;

54 water flowed over my head.

I thought: I’m finished.

Lamentations March 17

43 You wrapped yourself up in wrath

and hunted us;

you killed, showing no compassion.

44 You wrapped yourself up in a cloud;

prayers can’t make it through!

45 You made us trash and garbage

in front of all other people.

46 All our enemies have opened

their mouths against us.

47 Terror and trap have come upon us,

catastrophe and collapse!

48 Streams of water pour from my eyes

because of the destruction of the

daughter of my people.

Lamentations March 16

39 Why then

does any living person complain;

why should anyone complain

about their sins?

40 We must search and examine our ways;

we must return to the Lord.

41 We should lift up our hearts and hands

to God in heaven.

42 We are the ones who did wrong;

we rebelled.

But you, God, have not forgiven.

Lamentations March 15

34 Now crushing underfoot

all the earth’s prisoners,

35 denying someone justice

before the Most High,

36 subverting a person’s lawsuit—

doesn’t my Lord see all this?

37 Who ever spoke and it happened if my

Lord hadn’t commanded the same?

38 From the mouth of the Most High

evil things don’t come

but rather good!

Lamentations March 14

29 He should put his mouth in the dirt—

perhaps there is hope.

30 He should offer his cheek for a blow;

he should be filled with shame.

31 My Lord definitely

won’t reject forever.

32 Although he has caused grief,

he will show compassion in measure

with his covenant loyalty.

33 He definitely doesn’t enjoy affliction,

making humans suffer.

Lamentations March 13

25 The Lord is good to those who hope in

him, to the person who seeks him.

26 It’s good to wait in silence

for the Lord’s deliverance.

27 It’s good for a man to carry a yoke

in his youth.

28 He should sit alone and be silent

when God lays it on him.

Lamentations March 12

19 The memory of my suffering and

homelessness is bitterness and poison.

20 I can’t help but remember

and am depressed.

21 I call all this to mind—

therefore, I will wait.

22 Certainly the faithful love

of the Lord hasn’t ended;

certainly God’s compassion

isn’t through!

23 They are renewed every morning.

Great is your faithfulness.

24 I think: The Lord is my portion!

Therefore, I’ll wait for him.

Lamentations March 11

14 I have become a joke to all my people,

the object of their song of ridicule

all day long.

15 He saturated me with grief,

made me choke on bitterness.

16 He crushed my teeth into the gravel;

he pressed me down into the ashes.

17 I’ve rejected peace;

I’ve forgotten what is good.

18 I thought: My future is gone,

as well as my hope from the Lord.

Lamentations March 10

11 He took me from my path

and tore me apart;

he made me desolate.

12 He drew back his bow, made me

a shooting target for arrows.

13 He shot the arrows of his quiver

into my inside parts.

Lamentations March 9

6 He made me live in dark places

like those who’ve been dead

a long time.

7 He walled me in so I couldn’t escape;

he made my chains heavy.

8 Even though I call out and cry for help,

he silences my prayer.

9 He walled in my paths with stonework;

he made my routes crooked.

10 He is a bear lurking for me,

a lion in hiding.