God

Cried hath their heart unto the Lord; O wall of the daughter of Zion, Cause to go down as a stream tears daily and nightly, Give not rest to thyself, Let not the daughter of thine eye stand still.

Arise, cry aloud in the night, At the beginning of the watches. Pour out as water thy heart, Over against the face of the Lord, Lift up unto Him thy hands, for the soul of thine infants, Who are feeble with hunger at the head of all out-places.

See, O Jehovah, and look attentively, To whom Thou hast acted thus, Do women eat their fruit, infants of a handbreadth? Slain in the sanctuary of the Lord are priest and prophet?

Lain on the earth in out-places have young and old, My virgins and my young men have fallen by the sword, Thou hast slain in a day of Thine anger, Thou hast slaughtered--Thou hast not pitied.

Thou dost call as at a day of appointment, My fears from round about, And there hath not been in the day of the anger of Jehovah, An escaped and remaining one, They whom I stretched out and nourished, My enemy hath consumed!

I am the man who hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.

Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.

He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.

He hath hedged me about, and I go not out, He hath made heavy my fetter.

Also when I call and cry out, He hath shut out my prayer.

He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.

My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.

He hath trodden His bow, And setteth me up as a mark for an arrow.

He hath caused to enter into my reins The sons of His quiver.

He hath filled me with bitter things, He hath filled me with wormwood.

And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes.

And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.

The kindnesses of Jehovah! For we have not been consumed, For not ended have His mercies.

New every morning, abundant is thy faithfulness.

My portion is Jehovah, hath my soul said, Therefore I hope for Him.

Good is Jehovah to those waiting for Him, To the soul that seeketh Him.

Good! when one doth stay and stand still For the salvation of Jehovah.

He giveth to his smiter the cheek, He is filled with reproach.

For the Lord doth not cast off to the age.

For though He afflicted, yet He hath pitied, According to the abundance of His kindness.