Lamentations 4:5
Those eating of dainties have been desolate in out-places, Those supported on scarlet have embraced dunghills.
Those eating of dainties have been desolate in out-places, Those supported on scarlet have embraced dunghills.
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3Even dragons have drawn out the breast, They have suckled their young ones, The daughter of my people is become cruel, Like the ostriches in a wilderness.
4Cleaved hath the tongue of a suckling unto his palate with thirst, Infants asked bread, a dealer out they have none.
8Darker than blackness hath been their visage, They have not been known in out-places, Cleaved hath their skin unto their bone, It hath withered -- it hath been as wood.
9Better have been the pierced of a sword Than the pierced of famine, For these flow away, pierced through, Without the increase of the field.
10The hands of merciful women have boiled their own children, They have been for food to them, In the destruction of the daughter of my people.
5The satiated for bread hired themselves, And the hungry have ceased. While the barren hath borne seven, And she abounding with sons hath languished.
6And greater is the iniquity of the daughter of my people, Than the sin of Sodom, That was overturned as `in' a moment, And no hands were stayed on her.
4Who are lying down on beds of ivory, And are spread out on their couches, And are eating lambs from the flock, And calves from the midst of the stall,
9They take violently away From the breast the orphan, And on the poor they lay a pledge.
10Naked, they have gone without clothing, And hungry -- have taken away a sheaf.
11Between their walls they make oil, Wine-presses they have trodden, and thirst.
11Consumed by tears have been my eyes, Troubled have been my bowels, Poured out to the earth hath been my liver, For the breach of the daughter of my people; In infant and suckling being feeble, In the broad places of the city,
12To their mothers they say, `Where `are' corn and wine?' In their becoming feeble as a pierced one In the broad places of the city, In their soul pouring itself out into the bosom of their mothers.
4Far are his sons from safety, And they are bruised in the gate, And there is no deliverer.
5Whose harvest the hungry doth eat, And even from the thorns taketh it, And the designing swallowed their wealth.
17And fed have lambs according to their leading, And waste places of the fat ones Do sojourners consume.
14They have wandered naked in out-places, They have been polluted with blood, Without `any' being able to touch their clothing,
3With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste,
4Of painful deaths they die, They are not lamented, nor are they buried, For dung on the face of the ground they are, And by sword and by famine are consumed, And their carcase hath been for food To the fowl of the heavens, And to the beast of the earth.
19These two are meeting thee, who is moved for thee? Spoiling and destruction -- Famine and sword, who -- I comfort thee?
20Thy sons have been wrapt up, they have lain down, At the head of all out places, as a wild ox `in' a net, They are full of the fury of Jehovah, The rebuke of Thy God.
11All her people are sighing -- seeking bread, They have given their desirable things For food to refresh the body; See, O Jehovah, and behold attentively, For I have been lightly esteemed.
5And the people hath exacted -- man upon man, Even a man on his neighbour, Enlarge themselves do the youths against the aged, And the lightly esteemed against the honoured.
14Thou -- thou eatest, and thou art not satisfied, And thy pit `is' in thy midst, And thou removest, and dost not deliver, And that which thou deliverest, to a sword I give.
5No eye hath had pity on thee, to do to thee any of these, To have compassion on thee, And thou art cast on the face of the field, With loathing of thy person. In the day thou hast been born -- thou!
30And thou, O spoiled one, what dost thou? For thou puttest on scarlet, For thou adornest thyself `with' ornaments of gold. For thou rendest with pain thine eyes, In vain thou dost make thyself fair, Kicked against thee have doting ones, Thy life they do seek.
4Have not workers of iniquity known, Those eating my people have eaten bread, God they have not called.
11Therefore, because of your trampling on the poor, And the tribute of corn ye take from him, Houses of hewn work ye have built, And ye do not dwell in them, Desirable vineyards ye have planted, And ye do not drink their wine.
10Even she doth become an exile, She hath gone into captivity, Even her sucklings are dashed to pieces At the top of all out-places, And for her honoured ones they cast a lot, And all her great ones have been bound in fetters.
17so that they lack bread and water, and have been astonished one with another, and been consumed in their iniquity.
10She is empty, yea, emptiness and waste, And the heart hath melted, And the knees have smitten together, And great pain `is' in all loins, And the faces of all of them have gathered paleness.
7Who are panting for the dust of the earth on the head of the poor, And the way of the humble they turn aside, And a man and his father go unto the damsel, So as to pollute My holy name.
4Hear this, ye who are swallowing up the needy, To cause to cease the poor of the land,
7Therefore now they remove at the head of the captives, And turned aside is the mourning-feast of stretched-out ones.
4They turn aside the needy from the way, Together have hid the poor of the earth.
5Lo, wild asses in a wilderness, They have gone out about their work, Seeking early for prey, A mixture for himself -- food for young ones.
4Mourned, faded hath the land, Languished, faded hath the world, Languished have they -- the high place of the people of the land.
17For they have eaten bread of wickedness, And wine of violence they drink.
11Wives in Zion they have humbled, Virgins -- in cities of Judah.
12For breasts they are lamenting, For fields of desire, for the fruitful vine.
8For all tables have been full of vomit, Filth -- without place!
28And he inhabiteth cities cut off, houses not dwelt in, That have been ready to become heaps.
10And they have eaten, and are not satisfied, They have gone a-whoring, and increase not, For they have left off taking heed to Jehovah.
19Their silver into out-places they cast, And their gold impurity becometh. Their silver and their gold is not able to deliver them, In a day of the wrath of Jehovah, Their soul they do not satisfy, And their bowels they do not fill, For the stumbling-block of their iniquity it hath been.
4Have all working iniquity not known? Those consuming my people have eaten bread, Jehovah they have not called.
8The sin of My people they do eat, And unto their iniquity lift up their soul.
23Abundance of food -- the tillage of the poor, And substance is consumed without judgment.
26O daughter of My people, Gird on sackcloth, and roll thyself in ashes, The mourning of an only one make for thee, A lamentation most bitter, For suddenly come doth the spoiler against us.
28They have been fat, they have shone, Yea, they have overpassed the acts of the evil, Judgment they have not judged, The judgment of the fatherless -- and they prosper, And the judgment of the needy they have not judged.
7Your land `is' a desolation, your cities burnt with fire, Your ground, before you strangers are consuming it, And a desolation as overthrown by strangers!