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

I will take up a weeping and a wailing for the mountains, and a lamentation for the pastures of the wilderness; because they are burned up, so that no one can pass through them; nor can men hear the voice of the cattle. Both the birds of the heavens and the beasts have fled; they are gone.

But if you will not hear it, my soul shall weep in secret places for your pride; and my eye shall weep and cry and run down with tears, because Jehovah's flock is taken captive.

Therefore you shall speak this word to them: Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and do not let them cease. For the virgin daughter of my people is broken with a great break, with a sickening blow.

If I go out into the field, then I see those killed with the sword! And if I enter into the city, then, behold, those that are sick from famine! Yes, both the prophet and the priest have gone up into a land that they do not know.

My heart within me is broken because of the prophets; all my bones shake. I am like a drunken man, and like a man whom wine has overcome, because of Jehovah, and because of the Words of His holiness.

Therefore I will wail for Moab, and I will cry out for all Moab, and shall mourn for the men of Kir-hares.

O vine of Sibmah, I will weep for you with the weeping of Jazer. Your plants have gone over the sea; they reach to the sea of Jazer. A plunderer has fallen upon your summer fruits and upon your vintage.

Rage has taken hold upon me because of the wicked who forsake Your Law.

Rivers of water run down from my eyes, because they do not keep Your Law.

My heart shall call out to Moab; his fugitives flee to Zoar like a three year old heifer. He goes up the ascent to Luhith with weeping; for in the way of Horonaim they shall raise up an outcry of destruction.

Therefore my stomach shall growl like a harp for Moab, and my inner being for Kir- heres.

Therefore my loins are filled with pain; pangs have taken hold on me like the pangs of a woman in labor. I am bent over from hearing it; I am dismayed from seeing it.

Therefore I said, Look away from me; I will weep bitterly; do not insist on comforting me because of the devastation of the daughter of my people.

For these I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water, because the comforter who could refresh my soul is far from me. My children are desolate because the enemy has prevailed.

My eyes fail with tears; my stomach is upset; my liver is poured on the ground for the destruction of the daughter of my people, because the children and the babies faint in the streets of the city.

Streams of water run down my eyes for the destruction of the daughter of my people.

until Jehovah looks down from Heaven and has regard.

I, Daniel, was distressed in my spirit within my body, and the visions of my head troubled me.

Thus far is the end of the matter. As for me, Daniel, my thoughts terrified me much, and my countenance changed in me. But I kept the matter in my heart.

And I, Daniel, fainted and was sick for days. Afterward, I got up and did the king's business. And I was astonished at the vision, but did not understand it.

When I heard, my body trembled; my lips quivered at the sound. Rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled within myself, that I might rest in the day of distress. When he comes up against the peoples, he will attack.

And as He drew near, He saw the city and wept over it,

saying, If you had known, even you, at least in this your day, the things that make for your peace. But now they are hidden from your eyes.

that I have great sorrow and continual grief in my heart.

For I could wish that I myself were accursed from Christ on behalf of my brethren, my kinsmen according to the flesh,

Brethren, my heart's desire and prayer to God for Israel is for them to be saved.

My little children, for whom I travail again until Christ is formed in you,

Let not my soul enter their council; let not my honor be united to their assembly; for in their anger they slew a man, and in their self-will they have hamstrung an ox.

The torrent of Kishon swept them away, that ancient torrent, the torrent of Kishon. O my soul, tread on in strength!

Oh my soul, you have said to Jehovah, You are my Lord; I have no goodness apart from You.

Why are you cast down, O my soul, and murmur within me? Hope in God; for I shall praise Him for the deliverance coming from His presence.

O my God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore I will remember You from the land of Jordan, from the summits of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.

i1 [A Psalm of David.] i0 par Bless Jehovah, O my soul; and all that is within me, bless His holy name!

Return to your rest, O my soul, for Jehovah has dealt bountifully with you.

Praise YAH! Praise Jehovah, O my soul!

Declare in Judah, and let it be heard in Jerusalem; and say, Blow the shofar in the land; cry out, gather together, and say, Gather yourselves and let us go into the fortified cities.

How long shall I see the standard and hear the sound of the shofar?

If a shofar is blown in a city, will the people not also tremble? If there is calamity in a city, will not even Jehovah have done it?

That day is a day of wrath, a day of trouble and distress, a day of desolation and ruin, a day of darkness and gloom, a day of clouds and thick darkness,

a day of the shofar and alarm against the fortified cities, and against the high towers.