I wish my head were a well of water, and my eyes a fountain of tears, so that I could cry day and night for my people who have been killed.

I said, "I will mourn for the mountains and weep for the pastures, because they have dried up, and no one travels through them. The sound of livestock is no longer heard; birds and wild animals have fled and gone."

If you will not listen, I will cry in secret because of your pride; I will cry bitterly, and my tears will flow because the LORD's people have been taken away as captives.

The LORD commanded me to tell the people about my sorrow and to say: "May my eyes flow with tears day and night, may I never stop weeping, for my people are deeply wounded and are badly hurt.

When I go out in the fields, I see the bodies of men killed in war; when I go into the towns, I see people starving to death. Prophets and priests carry on their work, but they don't know what they are doing."

My heart is crushed, and I am trembling. Because of the LORD, because of his holy words, I am like a man who is drunk, someone who has had too much wine.

And so I will weep for everyone in Moab and for the people of Kir Heres.

I will cry for the people of Sibmah, even more than for the people of Jazer. City of Sibmah, you are like a vine whose branches reach across the Dead Sea and go as far as Jazer. But now your summer fruits and your grapes have been destroyed.

When I see the wicked breaking your law, I am filled with anger.

My tears pour down like a river, because people do not obey your law.

My heart cries out for Moab! The people have fled to the town of Zoar, and to Eglath Shelishiyah. Some climb the road to Luhith, weeping as they go; some escape to Horonaim, grieving loudly.

I groan with sadness for Moab, with grief for Kir Heres.

What I saw and heard in the vision has filled me with terror and pain, pain like that of a woman in labor.

Now leave me alone to weep bitterly over all those of my people who have died. Don't try to comfort me.

"That is why my eyes are overflowing with tears. No one can comfort me; no one can give me courage. The enemy has conquered me; my people have nothing left.

My eyes are worn out with weeping; my soul is in anguish. I am exhausted with grief at the destruction of my people. Children and babies are fainting in the streets of the city.

My eyes flow with rivers of tears at the destruction of my people.

Until the LORD looks down from heaven and sees us.

The visions I saw alarmed me, and I was deeply disturbed.

This is the end of the account. I was so frightened that I turned pale, and I kept everything to myself.

I was depressed and ill for several days. Then I got up and went back to the work that the king had assigned to me, but I was puzzled by the vision and could not understand it.

I hear all this, and I tremble; my lips quiver with fear. My body goes limp, and my feet stumble beneath me. I will quietly wait for the time to come when God will punish those who attack us.

He came closer to the city, and when he saw it, he wept over it,

saying, "If you only knew today what is needed for peace! But now you cannot see it!

when I say how great is my sorrow, how endless the pain in my heart

for my people, my own flesh and blood! For their sake I could wish that I myself were under God's curse and separated from Christ.

My friends, how I wish with all my heart that my own people might be saved! How I pray to God for them!

My dear children! Once again, just like a mother in childbirth, I feel the same kind of pain for you until Christ's nature is formed in you.

I will not join in their secret talks, Nor will I take part in their meetings, For they killed people in anger And they crippled bulls for sport.

A flood in the Kishon swept them away--- the onrushing Kishon River. I shall march, march on, with strength!

I say to the LORD, "You are my Lord; all the good things I have come from you."

Why am I so sad? Why am I so troubled? I will put my hope in God, and once again I will praise him, my savior and my God.

Here in exile my heart is breaking, and so I turn my thoughts to him. He has sent waves of sorrow over my soul; chaos roars at me like a flood, like waterfalls thundering down to the Jordan from Mount Hermon and Mount Mizar.

Praise the LORD, my soul! All my being, praise his holy name!

Be confident, my heart, because the LORD has been good to me.

Praise the LORD! Praise the LORD, my soul!

Blow the trumpet throughout the land! Shout loud and clear! Tell the people of Judah and Jerusalem to run to the fortified cities.

How long must I see the battle raging and hear the blasts of trumpets?

Does the war trumpet sound in a city without making the people afraid? Does disaster strike a city unless the LORD sends it?

It will be a day of fury, a day of trouble and distress, a day of ruin and destruction, a day of darkness and gloom, a black and cloudy day,

a day filled with the sound of war trumpets and the battle cry of soldiers attacking fortified cities and high towers.