Lamentations 5:10
Our skin as an oven hath been burning, Because of the raging of the famine.
Our skin as an oven hath been burning, Because of the raging of the famine.
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8Servants have ruled over us, A deliverer there is none from their hand.
9With our lives we bring in our bread, Because of the sword of the wilderness.
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.
30My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,
31And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
11Wives in Zion they have humbled, Virgins -- in cities of Judah.
5Dark `am' I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.
6Fear me not, because I `am' very dark, Because the sun hath scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard -- my own -- I have not kept.
3Orphans we have been -- without a father, our mothers `are' as widows.
4Our water for money we have drunk, Our wood for a price doth come.
5For our neck we have been pursued, We have laboured -- there hath been no rest for us.
6`To' Egypt we have given a hand, `To' Asshur, to be satisfied with bread.
3For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.
4Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.
5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
20Harvest hath passed, summer hath ended, And we -- we have not been saved.
21For a breach of the daughter of my people have I been broken, I have been black, astonishment hath seized me.
6From its face pained are peoples, All faces have gathered paleness.
3With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste,
16That are black because of ice, By them doth snow hide itself.
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.
17For this hath our heart been sick, For these have our eyes been dim.
20And his life hath nauseated bread, And his soul desirable food.
21His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
3And who have eaten the flesh of My people, And their skin from off them have stript, And their bones they have broken, And they have spread `them' out as in a pot, And as flesh in the midst of a caldron.
25For bowed to the dust hath our soul, Cleaved to the earth hath our belly.
12this our bread -- hot we provided ourselves with it out of our houses, on the day of our coming out to go unto you, and now, lo, it is dry, and hath been crumbs;
5Hungry -- yea -- thirsty, Their soul in them becometh feeble,
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.
2Mourned hath Judah, and her gates have languished, They have mourned to the earth, And the cry of Jerusalem hath gone up.
5and now, as the flesh of our brethren `is' our flesh, as their sons `are' our sons, and lo, we are subduing our sons and our daughters for servants, and there are of our daughters subdued, and our hand hath no might, and our fields and our vineyards `are' to others.'
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
13From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
6In the fourth month, in the ninth of the month, when the famine is severe in the city, and there hath been no bread for the people of the land,
17so that they lack bread and water, and have been astonished one with another, and been consumed in their iniquity.
10We feel like the blind `for' the wall, Yea, as without eyes we feel, We have stumbled at noon as at twilight, In desolate places as the dead.
24`We have heard its sound, feeble have been our hands, Distress hath seized us, pain as of a travailing woman.
20`Surely our substance hath not been cut off, And their excellency hath fire consumed.'
17Rotted have scattered things under their clods, Desolated have been storehouses, Broken down have been granaries, For withered hath the corn.
5Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
10Inhabitants of dark places and death-shade, Prisoners of affliction and of iron,
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.
19Swifter have been our pursuers, Than the eagles of the heavens, On the mountains they have burned `after' us, In the wilderness they have laid wait for us.
6and now our soul `is' dry, there is not anything, save the manna, before our eyes.'
6For they have drawn near, As an oven `is' their heart, In their lying in wait all the night sleep doth their baker, Morning! he is burning as a flaming fire.
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!
22And unto the land it looketh attentively, And lo, adversity and darkness! -- Dimness, distress, and thick darkness is driven away, But not the dimness for which she is in distress!