The Lord marked for destruction
the wall of daughter Zion:
He stretched out the measuring line;
his hand brought ruin, yet he did not relent
He brought grief on wall and rampart
till both succumbed.
Sunk into the ground are her gates;
he has removed and broken her bars.
Her king and her princes are among the pagans;
priestly instruction is wanting,
And her prophets have not received
any vision from the Lord.
On the ground in silence sit
the old men of daughter Zion;
They strew dust on their heads
and gird themselves with sackcloth;
The maidens of Jerusalem
bow their heads to the ground.
Worn out from weeping are my eyes,
withing me all is in ferment;
My gall is poured out on the ground
because of the downfall of the daughter of my people,
As child and infant faint away
in the open spaces of the town.
They ask their mothers,
“Where is the cereal?” -- in vain.
As they faint away like the wounded
in the streets of the city,
And breathe their last
in their mothers’ arms.
To what can I like or compare you,
O daughter Jerusalem?
What example can I show you for your comfort,
virgin daughter Zion?
For great as the sea is your downfall;
who could heal you?
Your prophets had for you
false and specious visions;
They did not lay bare your guilt,
to avert your fate;
They beheld for you in vision
false and misleading portents.
All who pass by
clap their hands at you;
They hiss and wag their heads
over daughter Jerusalem:
“Is this the all-beautiful city,
the joy of the whole earth?"
I am a man who knows affliction
from the rod of his anger,