Lamentations
Lamentations 1–3 (selections)
Biblical Period
Chapter 1
1aAlas!
Lonely sits the city
Once great with people!
She that was great among nations
Is become like a widow;
The princess among states
Is become a thrall.
2Bitterly she weeps in the night,
Her cheek wet with tears.
There is none to comfort her
Of all her friends.
All her allies have betrayed her;
They have become her foes.
3Judah has gone into exile
Because of misery and harsh oppression;
When she settled among the nations,
She found no rest;
All her pursuers overtook her
In the narrow places.
4Zion’s roads are in mourning,
Empty of festival pilgrims;
All her gates are deserted.
Her priests sigh,
Her maidens are unhappy—
She is utterly disconsolate!
5Her enemies are now the masters,
Her foes are at ease,
Because the Lord has afflicted her
For her many transgressions;
Her infants have gone into captivity
Before the enemy.
6Gone from Fair Zion are all
That were her glory;
Her leaders were like stags
That found no pasture;
They could only walk feebly
Before the pursuer. [ . . . ]
Chapter 2
1Alas!
The Lord in His wrath
Has shamed Fair Zion,
Has cast down from heaven to earth
The majesty of Israel.
He did not remember His Footstoolb
On His day of wrath.
2The Lord has laid waste without pity
All the habitations of Jacob;
He has razed in His anger
Fair Judah’s strongholds.
He has brought low in dishonor
The kingdom and its leaders.
3In blazing anger He has cut down
All the might of Israel;
He has withdrawn His right hand
In the presence of the foe;
He has ravaged Jacob like flaming fire,
Consuming on all sides.
4He bent His bow like an enemy,
Poised His right hand like a foe;
He slew all who delighted the eye.
He poured out His wrath like fire
In the Tent of Fair Zion.
5The Lord has acted like a foe,
He has laid waste Israel,
Laid waste all her citadels,
Destroyed her strongholds.
He has increased within Fair Judah
Mourning and moaning.
6He has stripped His Booth like a garden,
He has destroyed His Tabernacle;
The Lord has ended in Zion
Festival and sabbath;
In His raging anger He has spurned
King and priest.
7The Lord has rejected His altar,
Disdained His Sanctuary.
He has handed over to the foe
The walls of its citadels;
They raised a shout in the House of the Lord
As on a festival day.
8The Lord resolved to destroy
The wall of Fair Zion;
From bringing destruction.
He has made wall and rampart to mourn,
Together they languish.
9Her gates have sunk into the ground,
He has smashed her bars to bits;
Her king and her leaders are in exile,
Instructiond is no more;
Her prophets, too, receive
No vision from the Lord.
10Silent sit on the ground
The elders of Fair Zion;
They have strewn dust on their heads
And girded themselves with sackcloth;
The maidens of Jerusalem have bowed
Their heads to the ground. [ . . . ]
Chapter 3
1I am the man who has known affliction
Under the rod of His wrath;
2Me He drove on and on
In unrelieved darkness;
3On none but me He brings down His hand
Again and again, without cease.
4He has worn away my flesh and skin;
He has shattered my bones.
5All around me He has built
Misery and hardship;
6He has made me dwell in darkness,
Like those long dead.
7He has walled me in and I cannot break out;
He has weighed me down with chains.
8And when I cry and plead,
He shuts out my prayer;
9He has walled in my ways with hewn blocks,
He has made my paths a maze.
10He is a lurking bear to me,
A lion in hiding;
11He has forced me off my way and mangled me,
He has left me numb.
12He has bent His bow and made me
The target of His arrows:
13He has shot into my vitals
The shafts of His quiver.
14I have become a laughingstock to all people,
The butt of their gibes all day long.
15He has filled me with bitterness,
Sated me with wormwood.
16He has broken my teeth on gravel,
Has ground me into the dust.
17My life was bereft of peace,
I forgot what happiness was.
18I thought my strength and hope
Had perished before the Lord.
19To recall my distress and my misery
Was wormwood and poison;
20Whenever I thought of them,
I was bowed low.
21But this do I call to mind,
Therefore I have hope:
22The kindness of the Lord has not ended,
His mercies are not spent.
23They are renewed every morning—
Ample is Your grace!
24“The Lord is my portion,” I say with full heart;
Therefore will I hope in Him.
25The Lord is good to those who trust in Him,
To the one who seeks Him;
26It is good to wait patiently
Till rescue comes from the Lord.
27It is good for a man, when young,
To bear a yoke;
28Let him sit alone and be patient,
When He has laid it upon him.
29Let him put his mouth to the dust—
There may yet be hope.
30Let him offer his cheek to the smiter;
Let him be surfeited with mockery.
31For the Lord does not
Reject forever,
32But first afflicts, then pardons
In His abundant kindness.
33For He does not willfully bring grief
Or affliction to man,
34Crushing under His feet
All the prisoners of the earth.
35To deny a man his rights
In the presence of the Most High,
36To wrong a man in his cause—
This the Lord does not choose.
37Whose decree was ever fulfilled,
Unless the Lord willed it?
38Is it not at the word of the Most High,
That weal and woe befall?
39Of what shall a living man complain?
Each one of his own sins!
40Let us search and examine our ways,
And turn back to the Lord;
41Let us lift up our hearts with our hands
To God in heaven:
42We have transgressed and rebelled,
And You have not forgiven.
43You have clothed Yourself in anger and pursued us,
You have slain without pity.
44You have screened Yourself off with a cloud,
That no prayer may pass through.
45You have made us filth and refuse
In the midst of the peoples.
46All our enemies loudly
Rail against us.
47Panic and pitfall are our lot,
Death and destruction.
48My eyes shed streams of water
Over the ruin of my poor people.
Notes
Chapters 1–4 are alphabetical acrostics, i.e., the verses begin with the successive letters of the Hebrew alphabet. Chapter 3 is a triple acrostic. In chapters 2–4 the letter pe precedes the ‘ayin.
I.e., the Temple.
I.e., He made His plans.
Heb. torah, here priestly instruction.
Credits
Reprinted from Tanakh: The Holy Scriptures by permission of the University of Nebraska Press. Copyright 1985 by the Jewish Publication Society, Philadelphia.
Published in: The Posen Library of Jewish Culture and Civilization, vol. 1.