I am broken over the brokenness of the daughter of my people. I mourn, dismay has taken hold of me.

先知说：“因我百姓的损伤，我也受了损伤。我哀痛，惊惶将我抓住。

因我百姓的损伤，我也受了损伤。我哀恸，惊惶将我抓住。

因我百姓的损伤，我也受了损伤。我哀恸，惊惶将我抓住。

同胞的创伤令我伤心欲绝，痛苦万分，惊慌失措。

因着我的同胞（“同胞”原文作“人民的女子”）被压碎，我的心破碎了；我悲伤痛哭，惊慌抓住了我。

先知說：因我百姓的損傷，我也受了損傷。我哀痛，驚惶將我抓住。

因我百姓的損傷，我也受了損傷。我哀慟，驚惶將我抓住。

因我百姓的損傷，我也受了損傷。我哀慟，驚惶將我抓住。

同胞的創傷令我傷心欲絕，痛苦萬分，驚慌失措。

因著我的同胞（“同胞”原文作“人民的女子”）被壓碎，我的心破碎了；我悲傷痛哭，驚慌抓住了我。

神言人說：『為了我子民的破爛、我的心都破碎了；我悲傷哀悼，驚駭將我抓住。

我民女受傷、我因之受傷、我乃哀慟、中懷驚駭、

先知曰、我民被害、我亦受傷哀慘駭愕之至。

先知曰、我民被害、我亦受傷、悲慘驚駭已極、

Since my people are crushed, I am crushed; I mourn, and horror grips me.

My people are crushed, so I am crushed. I mourn, and I am filled with horror.

For the wound of the daughter of my people is my heart wounded; I mourn, and dismay has taken hold on me.

I hurt with the hurt of my people. I mourn and am overcome with grief.

I am broken by the brokenness of my dear people. I mourn; horror has taken hold of me.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people I am hurt. I am mourning; Astonishment has taken hold of me.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt: I mourn; dismay hath taken hold on me.

I am broken by the brokenness of my dear people. I mourn; horror has taken hold of me.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.

My heart is crushed because my dear people are being crushed. I go about crying and grieving. I am overwhelmed with dismay.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people, I am hurt. I mourn. Dismay has taken hold of me.

You will say this word to them,‘ Let my eyes stream down tears night and day, And let them not cease; For the virgin daughter of my people has been crushed with a mighty blow, With a sorely infected wound.

Before them the people are in anguish; All faces turn pale.

She is emptied! Yes, she is desolate and waste! Hearts are melting and knees wobbling! Also trembling is in the entire body, And all their faces have become pale!

“ I am black and beautiful, You daughters of Jerusalem, Like the tents of Kedar, Like the curtains of Solomon.Do not stare at me because I am dark, For the sun has tanned me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; They made me caretaker of the vineyards, But I have not taken care of my own vineyard.

My soul, my soul! I am in anguish! Oh, my heart! My heart is pounding in me; I cannot keep silent, Because, my soul, you have heard The sound of the trumpet, The alarm of war.

Oh, that my head were waters And my eyes a fountain of tears, That I might weep day and night For those slain of the daughter of my people!

I am telling the truth in Christ, I am not lying; my conscience testifies with me in the Holy Spirit,that I have great sorrow and unceasing grief in my heart.For I could wish that I myself were accursed, separated from Christ for the sake of my countrymen, my kinsmen according to the flesh,

For there our captors demanded of us songs, And our tormentors, jubilation, saying,“ Sing for us one of the songs of Zion!”How can we sing the Lord’s song In a foreign land?If I forget you, Jerusalem, May my right hand forget its skill.May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth If I do not remember you, If I do not exalt Jerusalem Above my chief joy.

When He approached Jerusalem, He saw the city and wept over it,

But as for me, I have not hurried away from being a shepherd following after You, Nor have I longed for the disastrous day; You Yourself know that the utterance of my lips Was in Your presence.

And I said to the king,“ May the king live forever. Why should my face not be sad when the city, the site of my fathers’ tombs, is desolate and its gates have been consumed by fire?”