My eyes fail with tears. My heart is troubled. My liver is poured on the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because the young children and the infants swoon in the streets of the city.

我眼中流泪，以致失明；我的心肠扰乱，肝胆涂地，都因我众民遭毁灭，又因孩童和吃奶的在城内街上发昏。

我的眼睛流泪，以致失明；我的心肠烦乱，肝胆落地，都因我的百姓遭毁灭，又因孩童和吃奶的在城内的广场上昏厥。

我的眼睛流泪，以致失明；我的心肠烦乱，肝胆落地，都因我的百姓遭毁灭，又因孩童和吃奶的在城内的广场上昏厥。

我哭得眼睛失明，心如刀割，肝胆欲碎，因为人民惨遭毁灭，儿童和婴孩昏倒在街头。

我的眼睛因流泪而失明，我的心肠激动，我的肝胆倾倒在地，都因我的子民（“我的子民”原文作“我子民的女子”）遭毁灭，孩童和婴儿在城里的街上昏倒。

我眼中流淚，以致失明；我的心腸擾亂，肝膽塗地，都因我眾民遭毀滅，又因孩童和吃奶的在城內街上發昏。

我的眼睛流淚，以致失明；我的心腸煩亂，肝膽落地，都因我的百姓遭毀滅，又因孩童和吃奶的在城內的廣場上昏厥。

我的眼睛流淚，以致失明；我的心腸煩亂，肝膽落地，都因我的百姓遭毀滅，又因孩童和吃奶的在城內的廣場上昏厥。

我哭得眼睛失明，心如刀割，肝膽欲碎，因為人民慘遭毀滅，兒童和嬰孩昏倒在街頭。

我的眼睛因流淚而失明，我的心腸激動，我的肝膽傾倒在地，都因我的子民（“我的子民”原文作“我子民的女子”）遭毀滅，孩童和嬰兒在城裡的街上昏倒。

我的眼因流淚而失明；我的心腸沸騰着；我的肝膽傾倒於地，都因我眾民遭受的破毁，因為孩童和喫奶的在都市廣場上全發昏了。

我目流涕、至於失明、中心慘怛、肝膽墜地、以我民女遭滅兮、孩提及哺乳者、昏於邑衢兮、

我民流亡、孩提之子、哺乳之兒、喪於逵衢兮、我目流涕、中心惻怛、不啻肝腦之塗地兮。

我目流淚、以致失明、我腸焦枯、我腸焦枯或作中心慘傷肝膽塗地、因我民遭禍、遭禍或作喪敗孩提與乳哺之嬰、偃仆邑衢、困憊將死、

My eyes fail from weeping, I am in torment within; my heart is poured out on the ground because my people are destroyed, because children and infants faint in the streets of the city.

I’ve cried so much I can’t see very well. I’m suffering deep down inside. My heart is broken because my people are destroyed. Children and babies are fainting in the streets of the city.

My eyes are spent with weeping; my stomach churns; my bile is poured out to the ground because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because infants and babies faint in the streets of the city.

I have cried until the tears no longer come; my heart is broken. My spirit is poured out in agony as I see the desperate plight of my people. Little children and tiny babies are fainting and dying in the streets.

My eyes are worn out from weeping; I am churning within. My heart is poured out in grief because of the destruction of my dear people, because infants and nursing babies faint in the streets of the city.

My eyes fail because of tears, My spirit is greatly troubled; My heart is poured out on the earth Because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, When little ones and infants languish In the streets of the city.

My eyes fail with tears, My heart is troubled; My bile is poured on the ground Because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, Because the children and the infants Faint in the streets of the city.

Mine eyes do fail with tears, my heart is troubled; My liver is poured upon the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, Because the young children and the sucklings swoon in the streets of the city.

My eyes are worn out from weeping; I am churning within. My heart is poured out in grief because of the destruction of my dear people, because children and infants faint in the streets of the city.

Mine eyes do fail with tears, my bowels are troubled, my liver is poured upon the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because the children and the sucklings swoon in the streets of the city.

My eyes are worn out from weeping; my stomach is in knots. My heart is poured out on the ground due to the destruction of my helpless people; children and infants faint in the town squares.ל( Lamed)

“ For these things I weep. My eye, my eye runs down with water, because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me. My children are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.”

His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my bile on the ground.

“ Look, Yahweh; for I am in distress. My heart is troubled. My heart turns over within me, for I have grievously rebelled. Abroad, the sword bereaves. At home, it is like death.

Therefore I said,“ Look away from me. I will weep bitterly. Don’t labor to comfort me for the destruction of the daughter of my people.

I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax. It is melted within me.

My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart! My heart trembles within me. I can’t hold my peace, because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.

My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.

My eye runs down with streams of water, for the destruction of the daughter of my people.My eye pours down and doesn’t cease, without any intermission,until Yahweh looks down, and sees from heaven.My eye affects my soul, because of all the daughters of my city.

Those who are killed with the sword are better than those who are killed with hunger; For these pine away, stricken through, for lack of the fruits of the field.The hands of the pitiful women have boiled their own children. They were their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people.

Arise, cry out in the night, at the beginning of the watches! Pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord. Lift up your hands toward him for the life of your young children, who faint for hunger at the head of every street.“ Look, Yahweh, and see to whom you have done thus! Should the women eat their offspring, the children that they held and bounced on their knees? Should the priest and the prophet be killed in the sanctuary of the Lord?

“ Therefore now Yahweh, the God of Armies, the God of Israel, says:‘ Why do you commit great evil against your own souls, to cut off from yourselves man and woman, infant and nursing child out of the middle of Judah, to leave yourselves no one remaining;

Then David and the people who were with him lifted up their voice and wept until they had no more power to weep.

I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed. Be my security.”

Even the jackals offer their breast. They nurse their young ones. But the daughter of my people has become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.The tongue of the nursing child clings to the roof of his mouth for thirst. The young children ask bread, and no one breaks it for them.

Behold, the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people from a land that is very far off:“ Isn’t Yahweh in Zion? Isn’t her King in her?”“ Why have they provoked me to anger with their engraved images, and with foreign idols?”“ The harvest is past. The summer has ended, and we are not saved.”For the hurt of the daughter of my people, I am hurt. I mourn. Dismay has taken hold of me.Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why then isn’t the health of the daughter of my people recovered?Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a spring of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.

For behold, the days are coming in which they will say,‘ Blessed are the barren, the wombs that never bore, and the breasts that never nursed.’

I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail looking for my God.

“ You shall say this word to them:“‘ Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease; for the virgin daughter of my people is broken with a great breach, with a very grievous wound.