Lamentations
Lamentations
O how she has come to sit solitary;
How she has become a widow;
Profusely she weeps and her tears are upon her
cheeks for no one to comfort her.
Griefstricken, she herself has bitterness.
It is nothing to all you who are passing along the
way;
Does there exist any pain like my pain that has
been severely dealt out to me!
Over these things I am weeping as a woman;
My eyes, my eye is running down with waters;
Someone to strengthen my soul is far away
from me; to be comfortably ensconced.
My heart has been overthrowned in the midst of
me; my eyes have come to their end in sheer tears.
You have given me enough of bitter things and
soaked me with wormwood.
You also do a casting off so that there is no peace
for my soul. I have lost memory of what good is.
Necy
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