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).
Ketuvim
Eikhah4
Lamentations · Chapter 4
How is the gold become dim!
how is the most fine gold changed! the stones of the sanctuary are poured out in the top of every street.
The precious sons of Tsiyon, comparable to fine gold, how are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!
Even the sea monsters draw out the breast, they give suck to their young ones: the daughter of my people
is become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.
The tongue of the sucking child cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for thirst: the young children ask bread,
and no man breaketh
it unto them.
They that did feed delicately are desolate in the streets: they that were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.
For the punishment of the iniquity of the daughter of my people is greater than the punishment of the sin of Sodom, that was overthrown as in a moment, and no hands stayed on her.
Her Nazarites were purer than snow, they were whiter than milk, they were more ruddy in body than rubies, their polishing
was of sapphire:
Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.
They that be slain with the sword are better than
they that be slain with hunger: for these pine away, stricken through for
want of the fruits of the field.
The hands of the pitiful women have sodden their own children: they were their meat in the destruction of the daughter of my people.
𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) hath accomplished his fury; he hath poured out his fierce anger, and hath kindled a fire in Tsiyon, and it hath devoured the foundations thereof.
The kings of the earth, and all the inhabitants of the world, would not have believed that the adversary and the enemy should have entered into the gates of Yerushalayim.
For the sins of her nevi'im,
and the iniquities of her kohanim, that have shed the blood of the just in the midst of her,
They have wandered
as blind
men in the streets, they have polluted themselves with blood, so that men could not touch their garments.
They cried unto them, Depart ye;
it is unclean; depart, depart, touch not: when they fled away and wandered, they said among the heathen, They shall no more sojourn
there.
The anger of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) hath divided them; he will no more regard them: they respected not the persons of the kohanim, they favoured not the elders.
As for us, our eyes as yet failed for our vain help: in our watching we have watched for a nation
that could not save
us.
They hunt our steps, that we cannot go in our streets: our end is near, our days are fulfilled; for our end is come.
Our persecutors are swifter than the eagles of the shamayim: they pursued us upon the mountains, they laid wait for us in the wilderness.
The breath of our nostrils, the anointed of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH), was taken in their pits, of whom we said, Under his shadow we shall live among the heathen.
Rejoice and be glad, O daughter of Edom, that dwellest in the land of Uz; the cup also shall pass through unto thee: thou shalt be drunken, and shalt make thyself naked.
The punishment of thine iniquity is accomplished, O daughter of Tsiyon; he will no more carry thee away into captivity: he will visit thine iniquity, O daughter of Edom; he will discover thy sins.
Ketuvim
Eikhah5
Lamentations · Chapter 5
Remember, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH), what is come upon us: consider, and behold our reproach.
Our inheritance is turned to strangers, our houses to aliens.
We are orphans and fatherless, our mothers
are as widows.
We have drunken our water for money; our wood is sold unto us.
Our necks
are under persecution: we labour,
and
have no rest.
We have given the hand
to the Egyptians,
and to
the Assyrians, to be satisfied with bread.
Our fathers have sinned,
and are not; and we have borne their iniquities.
Servants have ruled over us:
there is none that doth deliver
us out of their hand.
We gat our bread with
the peril of our lives because of the sword of the wilderness.
Our skin was black like an oven because of the terrible famine.
They ravished the women in Tsiyon,
and the maids in the cities of Judah.
Princes are hanged up by their hand: the faces of elders were not honoured.
They took the young men to grind, and the children fell under the wood.
The elders have ceased from the gate, the young men from their musick.
The joy of our heart is ceased; our dance is turned into mourning.
The crown is fallen
from our head: woe unto us, that we have sinned!
For this our heart is faint; for these
things our eyes are dim.
Because of the mountain of Tsiyon, which is desolate, the foxes walk upon it.
Thou, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH), remainest for ever; thy throne from generation to generation.
Wherefore dost thou forget us for ever,
and forsake us so long time?
Turn thou us unto thee, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH), and we shall be turned; renew our days as of old.
But thou hast utterly rejected us; thou art very wroth against us.