I hurt with the hurt of my people. I mourn and am overcome with grief.

先知说：“因我百姓的损伤，我也受了损伤。我哀痛，惊惶将我抓住。

因我百姓的损伤，我也受了损伤。我哀恸，惊惶将我抓住。

因我百姓的损伤，我也受了损伤。我哀恸，惊惶将我抓住。

同胞的创伤令我伤心欲绝，痛苦万分，惊慌失措。

因着我的同胞（“同胞”原文作“人民的女子”）被压碎，我的心破碎了；我悲伤痛哭，惊慌抓住了我。

先知說：因我百姓的損傷，我也受了損傷。我哀痛，驚惶將我抓住。

因我百姓的損傷，我也受了損傷。我哀慟，驚惶將我抓住。

因我百姓的損傷，我也受了損傷。我哀慟，驚惶將我抓住。

同胞的創傷令我傷心欲絕，痛苦萬分，驚慌失措。

因著我的同胞（“同胞”原文作“人民的女子”）被壓碎，我的心破碎了；我悲傷痛哭，驚慌抓住了我。

神言人說：『為了我子民的破爛、我的心都破碎了；我悲傷哀悼，驚駭將我抓住。

我民女受傷、我因之受傷、我乃哀慟、中懷驚駭、

先知曰、我民被害、我亦受傷哀慘駭愕之至。

先知曰、我民被害、我亦受傷、悲慘驚駭已極、

Since my people are crushed, I am crushed; I mourn, and horror grips me.

My people are crushed, so I am crushed. I mourn, and I am filled with horror.

For the wound of the daughter of my people is my heart wounded; I mourn, and dismay has taken hold on me.

I am broken by the brokenness of my dear people. I mourn; horror has taken hold of me.

I am broken over the brokenness of the daughter of my people. I mourn, dismay has taken hold of me.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people I am hurt. I am mourning; Astonishment has taken hold of me.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt: I mourn; dismay hath taken hold on me.

I am broken by the brokenness of my dear people. I mourn; horror has taken hold of me.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.

My heart is crushed because my dear people are being crushed. I go about crying and grieving. I am overwhelmed with dismay.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people, I am hurt. I mourn. Dismay has taken hold of me.

Now, Jeremiah, say this to them:“ Night and day my eyes overflow with tears. I cannot stop weeping, for my virgin daughter— my precious people— has been struck down and lies mortally wounded.

Fear grips all the people; every face grows pale with terror.

Soon the city is plundered, empty, and ruined. Hearts melt and knees shake. The people stand aghast, their faces pale and trembling.

I am dark but beautiful, O women of Jerusalem— dark as the tents of Kedar, dark as the curtains of Solomon’s tents.Don’t stare at me because I am dark— the sun has darkened my skin. My brothers were angry with me; they forced me to care for their vineyards, so I couldn’t care for myself— my own vineyard.

My heart, my heart— I writhe in pain! My heart pounds within me! I cannot be still. For I have heard the blast of enemy trumpets and the roar of their battle cries.

If only my head were a pool of water and my eyes a fountain of tears, I would weep day and night for all my people who have been slaughtered.

With Christ as my witness, I speak with utter truthfulness. My conscience and the Holy Spirit confirm it.My heart is filled with bitter sorrow and unending grieffor my people, my Jewish brothers and sisters. I would be willing to be forever cursed— cut off from Christ!— if that would save them.

For our captors demanded a song from us. Our tormentors insisted on a joyful hymn:“ Sing us one of those songs of Jerusalem!”But how can we sing the songs of the Lord while in a pagan land?If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget how to play the harp.May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I fail to remember you, if I don’t make Jerusalem my greatest joy.

But as he came closer to Jerusalem and saw the city ahead, he began to weep.

Lord, I have not abandoned my job as a shepherd for your people. I have not urged you to send disaster. You have heard everything I’ve said.

but I replied,“ Long live the king! How can I not be sad? For the city where my ancestors are buried is in ruins, and the gates have been destroyed by fire.”