Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? Behold and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow which is done to me, with which Jehovah has afflicted me in the day of His fierce anger.

The yoke of my transgressions is bound by His hand, woven together, and thrust upon my neck. He has made my strength to falter; the Lord has delivered me into their hands. I am not able to rise up.

Have pity on me! Have pity on me, O you my friends! For the hand of God has struck me!

who has shown me great and evil distresses. You will revive me again, and bring me up again from the depths of the earth.

Your wrath has leaned upon me, and You have afflicted me with all Your waves. Selah

I have been afflicted and ready to die from my youth; I have suffered Your terrors; I am perplexed.

Your fury has passed over me; Your terrors have cut me off.

He is despised and rejected by men; a Man of pain, and knowing infirmity; a hiding of faces; being despised, we have esteemed Him not.

I did not sit in the council of the mockers, nor rejoice; I sat alone because of Your hand; for You have filled me with indignation.

Why has my pain been continual, and my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? You surely are to me like deceitful waters that cannot be trusted.

Cursed be the day in which I was born; let not the day in which my mother bore me be blessed.

And let that man be as the cities which Jehovah overthrew without compassion; and let him hear the cry in the morning, and the shouting at noon;

Why did I come forth from the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?

And they took Jeremiah and threw him into the pit of Malchijah the son of Hammelech, which was in the court of the guard. And they let Jeremiah down with ropes. And there was no water in the pit, only mud. So Jeremiah sank into the mud.