The Holy Bible – Knox Translation
The Lamentations of the Prophet Jeremias
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Chapter 5
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Bethink thee, Lord, of our ill case; see where we lie humiliated, and seeing take pity!
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New tenants our lands have, our homes foreign masters;
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orphaned sons of widowed mothers were not more defenceless.
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Ours to buy the very water we drink, pay a price for every stick of fire-wood;
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led hither and thither under the yoke, with no respite given,
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we must make our peace with men of Egypt or Assyria, for a belly-full of bread.
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So must we bear the guilt of our fathers, that sinned and are gone!
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Slaves for our masters now, and none to ransom us;
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bread won out in the desert, and at peril of our lives from the sword’s point!
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What wonder if our skins are burnt dry as an oven, seared by long famine?
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Never a woman in Sion, never a maid in all Juda’s cities, but has met with dishonour;
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merciless hands hurry our princes to the gallows; reverence is none for grey hairs.
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Toiling at the mill, the flower of our youth, or staggering under loads of wood;✻
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never an old man left to sit at the gate, or a young man to wake the echoes of the harp;
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gone, all our mirth, all our music drowned in sadness.
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Alas, we are sinners; the wreath has faded from our brows;
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there are sad hearts everywhere, and dim eyes.
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What, does not the hill of Sion lie desolate, ravaged by the foxes?
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Lord, thou abidest ever; age after age thy throne endures;
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and wilt thou still be forgetful of us, through the long years leave us forsaken?
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Bring us back to thee, Lord, and let us find our home; bring back to us the days of our youth;
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wouldst thou altogether abandon us, shall thy indignation know no measure?
