Lee la Biblia en Inglés - Lamentaciones

Lamentations, lamentations one, how lonely since the city that was

full of people, How like a widow has she become.

She who was great among the nations, she who was

a princess among the provinces, has become a slave. She

weeps bitterly in the night, with tears on her cheeks.

Among all her lovers, she has none to comfort her.

All her friends have dealt treacherously with her. They have

become her enemies. Judah has gone into exile because of

affliction and hard servitude. She dwells now among the nations,

but finds no resting place. Her pursuers have all overtaken her.

In the midst of her distress, the roads to Zion mourn,

for none come to the festival. All her gates are desolate,

her priests grown, her virgins have been afflicted, and she

herself suffers bitterly. Her foes have become the head her

enemies prosper because the Lord has afflicted her for the

multitude of her transgressions. Her children have gone away captives

before the foe. From the daughter of Zion, all her

majesty has departed. Her princes have become like dear that

find no pasture. They fled without strength before the pursuer.

Jerusalem remembers in the days of her affliction and wandering,

all the precious things that were hers from days of old,

when her people fell into the hand of the foe

and there was none to help her. Her foes gloated

over her. They mocked at her downfall. Jerusalem sinned grievously.

Therefore she became filthy. All who honored her despise her,

for they have seen her nakedness. She herself groans and

turns her face away. Her uncleanness was in her skirts.

She took no thought of her future. Therefore her fall

is terrible. She has no comforter Oh.

Lord, behold my affliction. For the enemy has triumphed.

The enemy has stretched out his hands over all her

precious things. For she has seen the nations enter her sanctuary,

those whom you forbade to enter your congregation. All her

people grown as they search for bread. They trade their

treasures for food to revive their strength.

Look, oh Lord, and see, for I am despised. Is

it nothing to you, all you who passed by? Look

and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow,

which was brought upon me, which the Lord inflicted on

the day of his fierce anger from on high. He

set fire into my bones, he made it descend. He

spread a net from my feet. He turned me back.

He has left me stunned, faint. All the day long,

my transgressions were bound into a yoke by his hand.

They were fastened together, they were set upon my neck.

He caused my strength to fail. The Lord gave me

into the hands of those whom I cannot withstand. The

Lord rejected all my mighty men in my midst He

summoned an assembly against me to crush my young men.

The Lord has trodden, has in a wine pressed the

virgin daughter of Judah. For these things I weep. My

eyes flow with tears, for a comforters far from me

want to revive my spirit. My children are desolate, for

the enemy has prevailed.

Zion stretches out her hands, but there is none to

comfort her. The Lord has commanded against Jacob that his

neighbors should be his foes. Jerusalem has become a filthy

thing among them.

The Lord is in the right, for I have rebelled

against his word. But here are you, peoples, and see

my suffering. My young women and my young men have

gone into captivity. I called to my lovers, but they

deceived me. My priests and elders perished in the city

while they sought food to revive their strength. Look, o, Lord,

for I am in distress. My stomach churtened. My heart

has wrung within me because I have been very rebellious

in the street. The sword bereaves in the house. It

is like death. They heard my groaning, yet there is

no one to comfort me. All my enemies have heard

of my trouble, and they are glad that you have

done it. You have brought the day you announced. Now

let them be as I am. Let all their evil

do he come before you, and deal with them as

you have dealt with me, because of all my transgressions.

For my groans are many, and my heart is.

Fate lamentations too. How the Lord, in his anger has

set the daughter of Zion under a cloud. He has

cast down from heaven to earth the splendor of Israeli.

He has not remembered his footstool. In the day of

his anger, the Lord has swallowed up without mercy all

the habitations of Jacob. In his wrath, he has broken

down the strongholds of the Daughter of Judah.

He has brought.

Down to the ground in dishonor the kingdom and its rulers.

He has cut down, in fierce anger all the might

of Israeli. He has withdrawn from them his right hand

in the face of the enemy, he has burned like

a flaming fire in jacob, consuming all around. He has

bent his bow like an enemy, with his right hand

set like a foe, and he has killed all who

were delightful in our eyes. In the tent of the

Daughter of Zion, he has poured out his fury like fire.

The Lord has become like an enemy. He has swallowed

up Israeli. He has swallowed up all its palaces. He

has laid in ruins its strongholds, and he has multiplied

in the Daughter of Judah mourning and lamentation. He has

laid his booth like a garden, laid in ruins his

meeting place. The Lord has made Zion forget festival and Sabbath,

and in his fierce indignation, has spurned king and priest.

The Lord has scorned his altar, disowned his sanctuary. He

has delivered into the hand of the enemy. The walls

of her palaces. They raised a clamor in the house

of the Lord, as on the day of festival. The

Lord determined to lay in ruins the wall of the

Daughter of Zion. He stretched out the measuring line. He

did not restrain his hand from destroying. He caused rampart

and wall to lament. They languished together. Her gates have

sunk into the ground. He has ruined and broken her bars.

Her king and princes are among the nations. The law

is no more, and her prophets find no vision from

the Lord. The elders of the Daughter of Zion sit

on the ground in silence. They have thrown dust on

their heads and put on sackcloth. The young women of

Jerusalem have bowed their heads to the ground.

My eyes are spent with weeping. My stomach churns, my

bile is poured out to the ground, because of the

destruction of the daughter of my people, because if it's

some baby's fate. In the streets of the city, they

cry to their mothers.

Oh, where is red and why?

As they faint like a wounded man in the streets

of the city, as their life is poured out on

their mothers.

What can I say for you to what compare you,

O Daughter of Jerusalem? What can I liken to you

that I may comfort you, O virgin Daughter of Zion,

for your ruin as vast as the sea? Who can

heal you? Your prophets have seen for you false and

deceptive visions. They have not exposed your iniquity to restore

your fortunes, but have seen for you oracles that are

false and misleading. All who pass along the way clap

their hands at you. They hiss and wag their heads

at the Daughter of Jerusalem. Is this the city that

was called the perfection of beauty, the joy of all

the earth? All your enemies rail against you. They hiss,

they gnash their teeth. They cry, we have swallowed her Ah.

This is the day we longed for.

Now we have it.

We see it. The Lord has done what he purposed.

He has carried out his word which he commanded long ago.

He has thrown down without pity. He has made the

enemy rejoice over you, and exalted the might of your foes.

Their heart cried to the Lord, a wall of the

Daughter of Zion, let tears stream down like a torrent

day and night. Give yourself no rest your eyes, no respite. Arise,

cry out in the night, at the beginning of the

night watches, Pour out your heart like water before the

presence of the Lord. Lift your hands to him for

the lives of your children, who faint for hunger. At

the head of every street.

Look, o Lord, and see with whom have you dealt us.

Should women eat the fruit of their womb, the children

of their tender care? Should priest and prophet be killed

in the sanctuary of the Lord in the dust of

the Streetsly the young and the old, My young women

and my young men have fallen by the sword. You

have killed him in the day of your anger, slaughtering

without pity, you summoned as if to a festival day

my terrors on every side. And on the day of

the anger of the Lord, no one escaped or survived.

Those whom I held and raised my enemy destroyed.

Lamentations. Three.

I am the man who has seen affliction. Under the

rod of his wrath. He has driven and brought me

into darkness without any light. Surely against me, he turns

his hand again and again the whole day long. He

has made my flesh and my skin waste away. He

has broken my bones. He has besieged and enveloped me

with bitterness and tribulation. He has made me dwell in darkness,

like the dead of long ago. He has walled me

about so that I can not escape. He has made

my chains heavy. Though I call and cry for help,

he shuts out my prayer. He has blocked my ways

with blocks of stones. He has made my paths crooked.

He is a bear lying in wait for me, a

lion in hiding. He turned aside my steps and tore

me to pieces. He has made me desolately. He bent

his bow and set me as a target for his arrow.

He drove into my kidneys the arrows of his quiver.

I have become the laughing stock of all peoples, the

object of their taunts all day long. He has filled

me with bitterness. He has sated me with wormwood. He

has made my teeth grind on gravel, and made me

cower and ashes. My soul is bereft of peace. I

have forgotten what happiness is, So I say my endurance

has perished. So is my I hope from the Lord.

Remember my affliction in my wandering is the wormwood and

the gall my soul continually remembers it and is bowed

down within me. But this I call to mine, and

therefore I have hope. The steadfast love of the Lord

never ceases. His mercies never come to an end. They

are new every morning. Great is your faithfulness. The Lord

is my portion, says my soul. Therefore I will hope

in him. The Lord is good to those who wait

for him, to the soul who seeks him. It is

good that one should wait quietly for the salvation of

the Lord. It is good for a man that he

bare the yoke in his youth. Let him sit alone

in silence when it is laid on him. Let him

put his mouth in the dust. There may yet be hope.

Let him give his cheek to the one who strikes,

and let him be filled with insults. For the Lord

will not cast off forever. But though he cause grief,

he will have compassion according to the abundance of his

steadfast love. For he does not willingly afflict or grieve

the children of men, to crush underfoot all the prisoners

of the earth, to deny a man justice in the

presence of the most High, to subvert a man in

his lawsuit. The Lord does not approve who has spoken,

and it came to pass unless the Lord has commanded it.

Is it not from the mouth of the most High

that good and bad come. Why should a living man

complain a man about the punishment of his sins. Let

us test and examine our ways and return to the Lord.

Let us lift up our hearts and hands to God

in heaven.

We have transgressed and rebelled, and you have not forgiven.

You have wrapped yourself with anger and pursued us killing

without pity. You have wrapped yourself with a cloud so

that no prayer can pass through. You have made a

scumb and garbage among the peoples. All our enemies open

their mouths against us. Pattic and pitfall have come upon us,

devastation and destruction. My eyes flow with rivers of tears

because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.

My eyes will flow without ceasing, without respite, until the

Lord from heaven looks down and sees my eyes. Cause

me grief at the fate of all the daughters of

my city.

I have been hunted like a bird by those who

were my enemies without cause. They flung me alive into

the pit and cast stones on me. Water closed over

my head. I said, I am lost. I called on

your name, O Lord, from the depths of the pit.

You heard my plea, do not close your ear to

my cry for help. You came near what I called

on you. You said, do not fear. You have taken

up my cause. O Lord, you have redeemed my life.

You have seen the wrong done to me, O Lord,

judge my cause. You have seen all their vengeance, all

their plots against me. You have heard their taunts, Oh Lord,

all their plots against me. The lips and thoughts of

my assailants are against me all the day long. Behold,

they're sitting, and they're rising. I am the object of

their taunts. You will repay them, O Lord, according to

the work of their hands. You will give them dullness

of heart. Your curse will be on them. You will

pursue them in anger and destroy them from under your heavens,

Oh Lord.

Lamentations.

For how the gold has grown dim, how the pure

gold is changed. The holy stones lie scattered at the

head of every street, The precious suns of Zion, worth

their weight in fine gold. How they are regarded as

earthen pots. The work of a potter's hands. Even jackals

offer the breast they nurse their young. But the daughter

of my people has become cruel. Like the ostriches in

the wilderness. The tongue of the nursing infants sticks to

the roof of its mouth. For thirst. The children beg

for food, but no one gives to them. Those who

once feasted on delicacies perish in the streets. Those who

were brought up in purple embrace ash heat. For the

chastisement of the daughter of my people has been greater

than the punishment of sodom, which was overthrown in a moment,

and no hands were wrung for her. Her princes were

purer than snow, whiter than milk. Their bodies were more

ruddy than coral. The beauty of their form was like sapphire.

Now their face is blacker than soot. They are not

recognized in the streets. Their skin has shrivel. On their bones,

it has become as dry as wood. Happier were the

victims of the sword than the victims of hunger, who

wasted away, pierced by lack of the fruits of the field.

The hands of compassionate women have boiled their own children.

They became their food. During the destruction of the daughter

of my people, the Lord gave full vent to his wrath.

He poured out his hot anger, and he can of

fire and zion that consumed its foundations. The kings of

the earth did not believe, nor any of the inhabitants

of the world, that foe or enemy could enter the

gates of Jerusalem. This was for the sins of her

prophets and the iniquities of her priests, who shed in

the midst of her the blood of the righteous. They

wandered blind through the streets. They were so defiled with

blood that no one was able to touch their garments. Away, unqueen,

people cried at them, away, away, do not touch. So

they became fugitives and wanderers. People said among the nations.

They shall stay with us no.

Longer the Lord himself has scattered them. He will regard

them no more. No honor was shown to the priests,

no favor to the elder. Our eyes failed, ever, watching

vainly for help. In our watching, we watched for a

nation which could not save. They dogged our steps so

that we could not walk in our streets. Our end

drew near. Our days were numbered, for our end had come.

Our pursuers were swifter than the eagles in the heavens.

They chased us on the mountains. They lay in wait

for us in the wilderness. The breath of our nostrils

the lords anointed, was captured in their pits.

Of whom we said, under his shadow we shall live

among the nations.

Rejoice and be glad, oh daughter of Edom, you who

dwell in the land of us. But to you also

the cup shall pass. You shall become drunk and strip yourself.

Now bear the punishment of your iniquity, O, daughter of Zion,

is accomplished. He will keep you in exile no longer.

But your iniquity, old daughter of Edom, he will punish.

He will uncover your sins.

Lamentations.

Five, Remember, oh Lord, what has befallen us? Look and

see our disgrace. Our inheritance has been turned over to strangers,

our homes to foreigners. We have become orphans, fatherless, our

mothers are like widows. We must pay for the water

we drink. The wood we get must be bought. Our

pursuers are at our necks. We are weary. We are

given no rest. We have given the hand to Egypt

and to Assyria to get bread enough. Our father sinned

and are no more, and we bear their iniquities slaves rule. O.

There is none to deliver us from their hand. We

get our bread at the peril of our lives because

of the sword. In the wilderness, our skin is as

hot as an oven. With the burning heat of famine,

women are raped and Zion young women. In the towns

of Judah, princes are hung up by their hands. No

respect has shown to the elders. Young men are compelled

to grind at the mill, and boys stagger under loads

of wood. The old men have left the city gate,

the young men their music. The joy of our hearts

has ceased. Our dancing has been turned to mourning. The

crown has fallen from our head. Woe to us, for

we have sinned for this. Our heart has become sick

for these things. Our eyes have grown dim. For Mount Zion,

which lies desolate, jackals prowl over it. But you, oh Lord,

reign forever endures to all generations. Why do you forget

us forever? Why do you forsake us for so many days?

Restore us to yourself, O Lord, that we may be

restored renew our days as of old, unless you have

utterly rejected us and you remain exceedingly angry with us,