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He hath trodden his bow like a foe, his right hand erect as an adversary, and hath slain all them who delighted the eye, - In the home of the daughter of Zion, hath he poured out, as fire, his indignation.

My Lord hath become like a foe, hath swallowed up Israel, hath swallowed up all her castles, ruined his strongholds, - and hath caused to abound, in the daughter of Judah, lamentation and mourning.

Thus hath he destroyed, like a garden, his pavilion, hath laid waste his place of assembly, - Yahweh, hath caused to be forgotten, in Zion, the appointed assembly and the sabbath, and hath spurned, in the indignation of his anger, the king and the priest.

My Lord hath rejected his altar, hath abhorred his sanctuary, hath delivered, into the hand of the foe, the walls of her castles, - A voice, have they uttered in the house of Yahweh, as on the day of an appointed assembly.

Yahweh hath devised to lay in ruins, the wall of the daughter of Zion, he hath stretched out a line, he hath not turned back his hand from swallowing up, - Thus hath he caused to mourn - rampart and wall, together, have they languished!

Yahweh hath done what he thought, hath carried out his word, wherewith he gave charge in the days of old, hath thrown down, and not spared, - Thus hath he let the enemy rejoice over thee, hath raised high the horn of thine adversaries.

I, am the man, that hath seen affliction, by the rod of his indignation;

Surely, against me, doth he again and again, turn his hand all the day.

He hath trodden his bow, and set me up, as a mark for the arrow.

He hath caused to enter my reins, the sons of his quiver;

The lovingkindnesses of Yahweh, verily they are not exhausted, Verily! not at an end, are his compassions:

Good it is for a man, that he should bear the yoke in his youth.

Let him put, in the dust, his mouth, peradventure, there is hope!

Let him give, to him that smiteth him, his cheek, let him be sated with reproach.

Surely, though he cause grief, yet will he have compassion, according to the multitude of his lovingkindnesses;

Surely he hath not afflicted from his heart, nor caused sorrow to the sons of men.

To crush, under his feet, any of the prisoners of the earth;

To oppress a son of earth in his cause, My Lord, hath made no provision.

Why should a living son of earth complain, Let a man complain because of his sins?

The tongue of the suckling, cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for thirst, - Young children, have asked bread, there was none, to break, it to them.