Ketuvim
Eikhah1
Lamentations · Chapter 1
How doth the city sit solitary,
that was full of people
how is she become as a widow she
that was great among the nations,
and princess among the provinces,
how is she become tributary
She weepeth sore in the night, and her tears
are on her cheeks: among all her lovers she hath none to comfort
her: all her friends have dealt treacherously with her, they are become her enemies.
Judah is gone into captivity because of affliction, and because of great servitude: she dwelleth among the heathen, she findeth no rest: all her persecutors overtook her between the straits.
The ways of Tsiyon do mourn, because none come to the solemn feasts: all her gates are desolate: her kohanim sigh, her virgins are afflicted, and she
is in bitterness.
Her adversaries are the chief, her enemies prosper; for 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) hath afflicted her for the multitude of her transgressions: her children are gone into captivity before the enemy.
And from the daughter of Tsiyon all her beauty is departed: her princes are become like harts
that find no pasture, and they are gone without strength before the pursuer.
Yerushalayim remembered in the days of her affliction and of her miseries all her pleasant things that she had in the days of old, when her people fell into the hand of the enemy, and none did help her: the adversaries saw her,
and did mock at her sabbaths.
Yerushalayim hath grievously sinned; therefore she is removed: all that honoured her despise her, because they have seen her nakedness: yea, she sigheth, and turneth backward.
Her filthiness
is in her skirts; she remembereth not her last end; therefore she came down wonderfully: she had no comforter. O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH), behold my affliction: for the enemy hath magnified
himself.
The adversary hath spread out his hand upon all her pleasant things: for she hath seen
that the heathen entered into her sanctuary, whom thou didst command
that they should not enter into thy congregation.
All her people sigh, they seek bread; they have given their pleasant things for meat to relieve the nephesh: see, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH), and consider; for I am become vile.
Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is done unto me, wherewith 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) hath afflicted
me in the day of his fierce anger.
From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate
and faint all the day.
The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand: they are wreathed,
and come up upon my neck: he hath made my strength to fall, the master hath delivered me into
their hands,
from whom I am not able to rise up.
The master hath trodden under foot all my mighty
men in the midst of me: he hath called an assembly against me to crush my young men: the master hath trodden the virgin, the daughter of Judah,
as in a winepress.
For these
things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my nephesh is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.
Tsiyon spreadeth forth her hands,
and there is none to comfort her: 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) hath commanded concerning Ya'aqov,
that his adversaries
should be round about him: Yerushalayim is as a menstruous woman among them.
𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) is righteous; for I have rebelled against his mitsvah: hear, I pray you, all people, and behold my sorrow: my virgins and my young men are gone into captivity.
I called for my lovers,
but they deceived me: my kohanim and mine elders gave up the ghost in the city, while they sought their meat to relieve their souls.
Behold, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH); for I
am in distress: my bowels are troubled; mine heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaveth, at home
there is as death.
They have heard that I sigh:
there is none to comfort me: all mine enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that thou hast done
it: thou wilt bring the day
that thou hast called, and they shall be like unto me.
Let all their wickedness come before thee; and do unto them, as thou hast done unto me for all my transgressions: for my sighs
are many, and my heart
is faint.
Ketuvim
Eikhah2
Lamentations · Chapter 2
How hath the master covered the daughter of Tsiyon with a cloud in his anger,
and cast down from shamayim unto the earth the beauty of Yisra'el, and remembered not his footstool in the day of his anger!
The master hath swallowed up all the habitations of Ya'aqov, and hath not pitied: he hath thrown down in his wrath the strong holds of the daughter of Judah; he hath brought
them down to the ground: he hath polluted the kingdom and the princes thereof.
He hath cut off in
his fierce anger all the horn of Yisra'el: he hath drawn back his right hand from before the enemy, and he burned against Ya'aqov like a flaming fire,
which devoureth round about.
He hath bent his bow like an enemy: he stood with his right hand as an adversary, and slew all
that were pleasant to the eye in the mishkan of the daughter of Tsiyon: he poured out his fury like fire.
The master was as an enemy: he hath swallowed up Yisra'el, he hath swallowed up all her palaces: he hath destroyed his strong holds, and hath increased in the daughter of Judah mourning and lamentation.
And he hath violently taken away his mishkan, as
if it were of
a garden: he hath destroyed his places of the assembly: 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) hath caused the solemn feasts and sabbaths to be forgotten in Tsiyon, and hath despised in the indignation of his anger the king and the kohen.
The master hath cast off his altar, he hath abhorred his sanctuary, he hath given up into the hand of the enemy the walls of her palaces; they have made a noise in the house of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH), as in the day of a solemn feast.
𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) hath purposed to destroy the wall of the daughter of Tsiyon: he hath stretched out a line, he hath not withdrawn his hand from destroying: therefore he made the rampart and the wall to lament; they languished together.
Her gates are sunk into the ground; he hath destroyed and broken her bars: her king and her princes
are among the Gentiles: the torah
is no
more; her nevi'im also find no vision from 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH).
The elders of the daughter of Tsiyon sit upon the ground,
and
keep silence: they have cast up dust upon their heads; they have girded themselves with sackcloth: the virgins of Yerushalayim hang down their heads to the ground.
Mine eyes do fail with tears, my bowels are troubled, my liver is poured upon the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because the children and the sucklings swoon in the streets of the city.
They say to their mothers, Where
is corn and wine? when they swooned as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their nephesh was poured out into their mothers’ bosom.
What thing shall I take to witness for thee? what thing shall I liken to thee, O daughter of Yerushalayim? what shall I equal to thee, that I may comfort thee, O virgin daughter of Tsiyon? for thy breach is great like the sea: who can heal thee?
Thy nevi'im have seen vain and foolish things for thee: and they have not discovered thine iniquity, to turn away thy captivity; but have seen for thee false burdens and causes of banishment.
All that pass by clap
their hands at thee; they hiss and wag their head at the daughter of Yerushalayim,
saying, Is this the city that
men call The perfection of beauty, The joy of the whole earth?
All thine enemies have opened their mouth against thee: they hiss and gnash the teeth: they say, We have swallowed
her up: certainly this
is the day that we looked for; we have found, we have seen
it.
𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) hath done
that which he had devised; he hath fulfilled his word that he had commanded in the days of old: he hath thrown down, and hath not pitied: and he hath caused
thine enemy to rejoice over thee, he hath set up the horn of thine adversaries.
Their heart cried unto the master, O wall of the daughter of Tsiyon, let tears run down like a river day and night: give thyself no rest; let not the apple of thine eye cease.
Arise, cry out in the night: in the beginning of the watches pour out thine heart like water before the face of the master: lift up thy hands toward him for the life of thy young children, that faint for hunger in the top of every street.
Behold, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH), and consider to whom thou hast done this. Shall the women eat their fruit,
and children of a span long? shall the kohen and the navi be slain in the sanctuary of the master?
The young and the old lie on the ground in the streets: my virgins and my young men are fallen by the sword; thou hast slain
them in the day of thine anger; thou hast killed,
and not pitied.
Thou hast called as in a solemn day my terrors round about, so that in the day of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH)’S anger none escaped nor remained: those that I have swaddled and brought up hath mine enemy consumed.
Ketuvim
Eikhah3
Lamentations · Chapter 3
I
am the man
that hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
He hath led me, and brought
me into darkness, but not
into light.
Surely against me is he turned; he turneth his hand
against me
all the day.
My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
He hath builded against me, and compassed
me with gall and travail.
He hath set me in dark places, as
they that be dead of old.
He hath hedged me about, that I cannot get out: he hath made my chain heavy.
Also when I cry and shout, he shutteth out my prayer.
He hath inclosed my ways with hewn stone, he hath made my paths crooked.
He
was unto me
as a bear lying in wait,
and as
a lion in secret places.
He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
He hath bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.
He hath caused the arrows of his quiver to enter into my reins.
I was a derision to all my people;
and their song all the day.
He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath made me drunken with wormwood.
He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.
And thou hast removed my nephesh far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.
And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH):
Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
My nephesh hath
them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope.
It is of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH)’S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
They are new every morning: great
is thy faithfulness.
𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH)
is my portion, saith my nephesh; therefore will I hope in him.
𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH)
is good unto them that wait for him, to the nephesh
that seeketh him.
It is good that
a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH).
It is good for a man that he bear the yoke in his youth.
He sitteth alone and keepeth silence, because he hath borne it upon him.
He putteth his mouth in the dust; if so be there may be hope.
He giveth
his cheek to him that smiteth him: he is filled full with reproach.
For the master will not cast off for ever:
But though he cause grief, yet will he have compassion according to the multitude of his mercies.
For he doth not afflict willingly nor grieve the children of men.
To crush under his feet all the prisoners of the earth,
To turn aside the right of a man before the face of the most High,
To subvert a man in his cause, the master approveth not.
Who
is he
that saith, and it cometh to pass,
when the master commandeth
it not?
Out of the mouth of the most High proceedeth not evil and good?
Wherefore doth a living man complain, a man for the punishment of his sins?
Let us search and try our ways, and turn again to 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH).
Let us lift up our heart with
our hands unto Elohim in the shamayim.
We have transgressed and have rebelled: thou hast not pardoned.
Thou hast covered with anger, and persecuted us: thou hast slain, thou hast not pitied.
Thou hast covered thyself with a cloud, that
our prayer should not pass through.
Thou hast made us
as the offscouring and refuse in the midst of the people.
All our enemies have opened their mouths against us.
Fear and a snare is come upon us, desolation and destruction.
Mine eye runneth down with rivers of water for the destruction of the daughter of my people.
Mine eye trickleth down, and ceaseth not, without any intermission,
Till 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) look down, and behold from shamayim.
Mine eye affecteth mine heart because of all the daughters of my city.
Mine enemies chased me sore, like a bird, without cause.
They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and cast a stone upon me.
Waters flowed over mine head;
then I said, I am cut off.
I called upon thy name, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH), out of the low dungeon.
Thou hast heard my voice: hide not thine ear at my breathing, at my cry.
Thou drewest near in the day
that I called upon thee: thou saidst, Fear not.
O master, thou hast pleaded the causes of my nephesh; thou hast redeemed my life.
O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH), thou hast seen my wrong: judge thou my cause.
Thou hast seen all their vengeance
and all their imaginations against me.
Thou hast heard their reproach, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH),
and all their imaginations against me;
The lips of those that rose up against me, and their device against me all the day.
Behold their sitting down, and their rising up; I
am their musick.
Render unto them a recompence, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH), according to the work of their hands.
Give them sorrow of heart, thy curse unto them.
Persecute and destroy them in anger from under the shamayim of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH).