The Holy Bible – Knox Translation
The Lamentations of the Prophet Jeremias
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Chapter 3
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Ah, what straits have I not known, under the avenging rod!

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Asked I for light, into deeper shadow the Lord’s guidance led me;

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Always upon me, none other, falls endlessly the blow.

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Broken this frame, under the wrinkled skin, the sunk flesh.

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Bitterness of despair fills my prospect, walled in on every side;

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Buried in darkness, and, like the dead, interminably.

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Closely he fences me in, beyond hope of rescue; loads me with fetters.

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Cry out for mercy as I will, prayer of mine wins no audience;

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Climb these smooth walls I may not; every way of escape he has undone.

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Deep ambushed he lies, as lurking bear or lion from the covert;

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Drawn aside from my path, I fall a lonely prey to his ravening.

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Dread archer, of me he makes a target for all his arrows;

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Each shaft of his quiver at my vitals taught to strike home!

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Evermore for me the taunts of my neighbours, their songs of derision.

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Entertainment of bitter herbs he gives me, and of wormwood my fill,

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Files all my teeth with hard gravel-stones, bids me feed on ashes.

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Far away is my old contentment, happier days forgotten;

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Farewell, my hopes of long continuance, my patient trust in the Lord!

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Guilt and suffering, gall and wormwood, keep all this well in memory.

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God knows it shall be remembered, and with sinking of the heart;

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Gage there can be none other of remaining confidence.

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His be the thanks if we are not extinguished; his mercies never weary;

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Hope comes with each dawn; art thou not faithful, Lord, to thy promise?

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Heart whispers, The Lord is my portion; I will trust him yet.

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In him be thy trust, for him thy heart’s longing, gracious thou shalt find him;

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If deliverance thou wouldst have from the Lord, in silence await it.

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It is well thou shouldst learn to bear the yoke, now in thy youth,

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Just burden, in solitude and silence justly borne.

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Joy may yet be thine, for mouth that kisses the dust,

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Jeering of the multitude, and cheek buffeted in scorn, bravely endured.

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Know for certain, the Lord has not finally abandoned thee;

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Kind welcome the outcast shall have, from one so rich in kindness.

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Kin of Adam he will not crush or cast away wantonly;

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Let there be oppression of the poor under duress,

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Law’s right denied, such as the most High grants to all men,

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Lying perversion of justice, then he cannot overlook it.

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Man may foretell; only the Lord brings his word to pass;

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Mingled good and evil proceed both from the will of the most High;

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Mortal is none may repine; let each his own sins remember.

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Narrowly our path scan we, and to the Lord return;

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Never hand or heart but must point heavenward this day!

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Nothing but defiant transgression on our part; and shouldst thou relent?

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Over our heads thy angry vengeance lowered; smiting, thou wouldst not spare.

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Oh, barrier of cloud, our prayers had no strength to pierce!

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Offscouring and refuse of mankind thou hast made us,

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Put to shame by the mocking grimaces of our enemies.

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Prophets we had, but their word was peril and pitfall, and ruin at the last.

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Poor Sion, for thy calamity these cheeks are furrowed with tears;

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Quell if thou wouldst the restless fever of my weeping,

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Quickly, Lord, look down from heaven and pay heed to us,

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Quite forspent, eye and soul, with grief Jerusalem’s daughters bear.

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Relentless as hawk in air they pursued me, enemies unprovoked,

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Reft me of life itself, sealed with a stone my prison door.

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Round my head the waters closed, and I had given myself up for lost,

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Save for one hope; to thee, Lord, I cried from the pit’s depth,

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Sure of thy audience; wouldst thou turn a deaf ear to sighs of complaint?

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Summoned, thou didst come to my side, whispering, Do not be afraid.

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Thine, Lord, to take my part; thine to rescue me from death;

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The malice of my enemies to discover, my wrongs to redress.

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Thrust away from thy sight, the grudge they bear me, the ill they purpose,

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Unheard by thee their taunts, their whispered plottings?

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Uttered aloud or in secret, their malice assails me from morn till night;

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Up in arms, or met in secret conclave, ever against me they raise the battle-song.

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Visit them with the punishment their ill deeds have earned;

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Veiled be those blind hearts with fresh blindness of thy own making;

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Vanish from the earth their whole brood, ere thy vengeance leaves off pursuing them!