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16 For these things I weep—My eyes! My eyes!
    They stream with tears!
How far from me is anyone to comfort,
    anyone to restore my life.
My children are desolate;
    the enemy has prevailed.”(A)

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20 Look, O Lord, at the anguish I suffer!
    My stomach churns,
And my heart recoils within me:
    How bitter I am!
Outside the sword bereaves—
    indoors, there is death.(A)

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48 [a]My eyes stream with tears over the destruction
    of the daughter of my people.(A)

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Footnotes

  1. 3:48–51 These verses are more appropriate on the lips of the poet, who speaks of “my city” (v. 51). Daughters of my city: here as elsewhere “daughter” may refer to villages dependent on a larger city.

The Prophet’s Grief over the People’s Suffering

18 My joy is gone,
    grief is upon me,
    my heart is sick.

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