I am worn out from sobbing. All night I flood my bed with weeping, drenching it with my tears.

我因唉哼而困乏；我每夜流泪，把床榻漂起，把褥子湿透。

我因呻吟而困乏；我每夜流泪，使床铺漂起，把褥子湿透。

我因呻吟而困乏；我每夜流泪，使床铺漂起，把褥子湿透。

我因哀叹心力交瘁，夜夜哭泣，泪漂床榻，湿透被褥。

我因悲叹而疲惫，我夜夜流泪，把床漂起，把床榻浸透。

我因叹息而困乏；每个夜晚，我的泪水使我的床榻漂浮，使我的床铺浸透。

我因唉哼而困乏；我每夜流淚，把牀榻漂起，把褥子濕透。

我因呻吟而困乏；我每夜流淚，使床鋪漂起，把褥子濕透。

我因呻吟而困乏；我每夜流淚，使床鋪漂起，把褥子濕透。

我因哀歎心力交瘁，夜夜哭泣，淚漂床榻，濕透被褥。

我因悲歎而疲憊，我夜夜流淚，把床漂起，把床榻浸透。

我因歎息而困乏；我每夜以眼淚使床漂浮着，把床榻濕透。

我因嘆息而困乏；每個夜晚，我的淚水使我的床榻漂浮，使我的床鋪浸透。

我身因欷歔而疲乏、每夜涕泣、濕我牀而沾我榻兮、

我困憊兮欷歔、終夜兮流涕、幃榻兮沾濡、

我因歎息、甚覺困乏、每夜流淚、霑濡我床、浸濕我榻、

死域誰念主。頌聲絕幽冥。

I am worn out from my groaning. All night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.

My groaning has worn me out. All night long my tears flood my bed. My bed is wet because of my crying.

I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.

I am weary from my groaning; with my tears I dampen my bed and drench my couch every night.

I am weary with my sighing; Every night I make my bed swim, I flood my couch with my tears.

I am weary with my groaning; All night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears.

I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

I am weary from my groaning; with my tears I dampen my pillow and drench my bed every night.

I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

I am exhausted as I groan; all night long I drench my bed in tears; my tears saturate the cushion beneath me.

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

I am exhausted from crying for help; my throat is parched. My eyes are swollen with weeping, waiting for my God to help me.

Day and night I have only tears for food, while my enemies continually taunt me, saying,“ Where is this God of yours?”

You know what I long for, Lord; you hear my every sigh.

Tears stream from my eyes because of the destruction of my people!My tears flow endlessly; they will not stopuntil the Lord looks down from heaven and sees.

When I was in deep trouble, I searched for the Lord. All night long I prayed, with hands lifted toward heaven, but my soul was not comforted.I think of God, and I moan, overwhelmed with longing for his help. InterludeYou don’t let me sleep. I am too distressed even to pray!I think of the good old days, long since ended,when my nights were filled with joyful songs. I search my soul and ponder the difference now.Has the Lord rejected me forever? Will he never again be kind to me?Is his unfailing love gone forever? Have his promises permanently failed?Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he slammed the door on his compassion? Interlude

I am losing all hope; I am paralyzed with fear.I remember the days of old. I ponder all your great works and think about what you have done.I lift my hands to you in prayer. I thirst for you as parched land thirsts for rain. InterludeCome quickly, Lord, and answer me, for my depression deepens. Don’t turn away from me, or I will die.

“ For all these things I weep; tears flow down my cheeks. No one is here to comfort me; any who might encourage me are far away. My children have no future, for the enemy has conquered us.”

My friends scorn me, but I pour out my tears to God.

She sobs through the night; tears stream down her cheeks. Among all her lovers, there is no one left to comfort her. All her friends have betrayed her and become her enemies.

My eyes are blinded by my tears. Each day I beg for your help, O Lord; I lift my hands to you for mercy.

Then she knelt behind him at his feet, weeping. Her tears fell on his feet, and she wiped them off with her hair. Then she kept kissing his feet and putting perfume on them.

For my days disappear like smoke, and my bones burn like red hot coals.My heart is sick, withered like grass, and I have lost my appetite.Because of my groaning, I am reduced to skin and bones.

Hear my prayer, O Lord! Listen to my cries for help! Don’t ignore my tears. For I am your guest— a traveler passing through, as my ancestors were before me.

Now, Jeremiah, say this to them:“ Night and day my eyes overflow with tears. I cannot stop weeping, for my virgin daughter— my precious people— has been struck down and lies mortally wounded.

“ I am disgusted with my life. Let me complain freely. My bitter soul must complain.

I, too, have been assigned months of futility, long and weary nights of misery.

I have cried until the tears no longer come; my heart is broken. My spirit is poured out in agony as I see the desperate plight of my people. Little children and tiny babies are fainting and dying in the streets.

“ My complaint today is still a bitter one, and I try hard not to groan aloud.

Cry aloud before the Lord, O walls of beautiful Jerusalem! Let your tears flow like a river day and night. Give yourselves no rest; give your eyes no relief.Rise during the night and cry out. Pour out your hearts like water to the Lord. Lift up your hands to him in prayer, pleading for your children, for in every street they are faint with hunger.