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

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.

I am broken over the brokenness of the daughter of my people. I mourn, dismay 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.

“ Speak this word to them:“‘ Let my eyes overflow with tears night and day without ceasing; for the Virgin Daughter, my people, has suffered a grievous wound, a crushing blow.

At the sight of them, nations are in anguish; every face turns pale.

She is pillaged, plundered, stripped! Hearts melt, knees give way, bodies tremble, every face grows pale.

Dark am I, yet lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, dark like the tents of Kedar, like the tent curtains of Solomon.Do not stare at me because I am dark, because I am darkened by the sun. My mother’s sons were angry with me and made me take care of the vineyards; my own vineyard I had to neglect.

Oh, my anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain. Oh, the agony of my heart! My heart pounds within me, I cannot keep silent. For I have heard the sound of the trumpet; I have heard the battle cry.

Oh, that my head were a spring of water and my eyes a fountain of tears! I would weep day and night for the slain of my people.

I speak the truth in Christ— I am not lying, my conscience confirms it through the Holy Spirit—I have great sorrow and unceasing anguish in my heart.For I could wish that I myself were cursed and cut off from Christ for the sake of my people, those of my own race,

for there our captors asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded songs of joy; they said,“ Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”How can we sing the songs of the Lord while 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 consider Jerusalem my highest joy.

As he approached Jerusalem and saw the city, he wept over it

I have not run away from being your shepherd; you know I have not desired the day of despair. What passes my lips is open before you.

but I said to the king,“ May the king live forever! Why should my face not look sad when the city where my ancestors are buried lies in ruins, and its gates have been destroyed by fire?”