1 Como cobre de nuvens o Senhor na sua ira a filha de Sião! Derribou do céu à terra a glória de Israel, E no dia da sua ira não se lembrou do escabelo dos seus pés.
2 O Senhor tragou todas as habitações de Jacó, e não mostrou piedade; No seu furor derribou as fortalezas da filha de Judá, lançando-as por terra; Tratou como profanos o reino e os seus príncipes.
3 No furor da sua ira cortou toda a força de Israel; Em face do inimigo retirou para trás a sua destra; E incendiou a Jacó como um fogo chamejante que devora tudo ao redor.
4 Armou o seu arco como inimigo, postou-se como adversário com a sua destra; Matou tudo o que era aprazível aos olhos; Na tenda da filha de Sião derramou o seu furor como fogo.
5 O Senhor tornou-se como inimigo, tragou a Israel; Tragou todos os seus palácios, destruiu as suas fortalezas; E multiplicou na filha de Judá o pranto e a lamentação.
6 Demoliu com violência o seu tabernáculo como se fosse o dum jardim; destruiu o seu lugar de assembléia; O Senhor entregou ao esquecimento em Sião a assembléia solene e o sábado; E na indignação da sua ira desprezou ao rei e ao sacerdote.
7 O Senhor rejeitou o seu altar, abominou o seu santuário, Entregou nas mãos do inimigo os muros dos seus palácios; Deram gritos na casa de Jeová como no dia duma assembléia solene.
8 Jeová resolveu destruir o muro da filha de Sião; Estendeu o cordel, a sua mão não cessou de fazer estragos; Mas fez lamentar o antemural e o muro, os quais juntamente enfraquecem.
9 Sepultadas na terra estão as suas portas, ele destruiu e quebrou os ferrolhos dela; O seu rei e os seus príncipes acham-se entre as nações onde não existe a lei; Os seus profetas não recebem visões da parte de Jeová.
10 Estão sentados no chão os anciãos da filha de Sião, e calados; Lançaram pó ao ar sobre as suas cabeças, vestiram-se de sacos; As virgens de Jerusalém abaixam as suas cabeças até o chão.
11 Os meus olhos enfraquecem à força de chorar, turbadas estão as minhas entranhas, O meu fígado derramou-se pela terra por causa da destruição da filha do meu povo; Porquanto nas ruas da cidade desfalecem os meninos e as crianças de mama.
12 Ao desfalecerem, como feridos, nas ruas da cidade, Ao exalarem as suas almas no regaço de suas mães, Eles lhes perguntam: Onde está o trigo e o vinho?
13 Que testemunho te darei? a que te assemelharei, ó filha de Jerusalém? A que te compararei, para te consolar, ó virgem filha de Sião? Pois grande é como o mar a tua brecha; quem te poderá curar?
14 Os teus profetas viram para ti visões vãs e fátuas; Não manifestaram a tua iniqüidade, para te desviarem do cativeiro; Porém viram para ti profecias vãs e coisas que te levaram ao exílio.
15 Todos os que passam, batem com as mãos sobre ti; Assobiam e meneiam a cabeça sobre a filha de Jerusalém, dizendo: É esta, porventura, a cidade a que chamavam os homens a perfeição da formosura, o gozo da terra toda.
16 Todos os teus inimigos abriram contra ti a sua boca; Assobiam e rangem os dentes; dizem: Temo-la tragado; Certamente este é o dia que esperávamos, temo-lo achado, temo-lo visto.
17 Fez Jeová o que intentou; cumpriu a sua palavra que ordenou nos dias antigos; Derrubou e não mostrou piedade; Fez que o inimigo se alegrasse sobre ti, exaltou o poder dos teus adversários.
18 O coração deles clamou ao Senhor: Ó muro da filha de Sião, derrama lágrimas como uma torrente, de dia e de noite; Não te dês descanso; cessem de chorar as meninas dos teus olhos.
19 Levanta-te, clama de noite, no princípio das vigias; Derrama o teu coração como água diante da face do Senhor; Levanta as tuas mãos a ele pela vida de teus filhinhos, que desfalecem de fome nas esquinas de todas as ruas.
20 Vê, Jeová, e considera, a quem assim tens tratado! Acaso comerão as mulheres o fruto das suas entranhas, as crianças enfaixadas pelas suas próprias mãos? Matar-se-ão no santuário do Senhor o sacerdote e o profeta?
21 Jazem por terra nas ruas o moço e o velho; As minhas virgens e os meus mancebos caem pela espada; Tu os mataste no dia da tua ira; trucidaste, não mostraste piedade.
22 Convocaste, como no dia duma assembléia solene, os meus terrores de todos os lados; Não houve quem escapasse ou ficasse com vida no dia da ira de Jeová; Aos que enfaixei e criei, consumiu-os o meu inimigo.
1 How has the daughter of Zion been covered with a cloud by the Lord in his wrath! he has sent down from heaven to earth the glory of Israel, and has not kept in memory the resting-place of his feet in the day of his wrath.
2 The Lord has given up to destruction all the living-places of Jacob without pity; pulling down in his wrath the strong places of the daughter of Judah, stretching out on the earth the wounded, even her king and her rulers.
3 In his burning wrath every horn of Israel has been cut off; his right hand has been turned back before the attacker: he has put a fire in Jacob, causing destruction round about.
4 His bow has been bent for the attack, he has taken his place with his hand ready, in his hate he has put to death all who were pleasing to the eye: on the tent of the daughter of Zion he has let loose his passion like fire.
5 The Lord has become like one fighting against her, sending destruction on Israel; he has sent destruction on all her great houses, making waste his strong places: increasing the grief and the sorrow of the daughter of Judah.
6 And he has violently taken away his tent, as from a garden; he has made waste his meeting-place: the Lord has taken away the memory of feast and Sabbath in Zion, and in the passion of his wrath he is against king and priest.
7 The Lord has given up his altar and has been turned in hate from his holy place; he has given up into the hands of the attacker the walls of her great houses: their voices have been loud in the house of the Lord as in the day of a holy meeting.
8 It is the Lord's purpose to make waste the wall of the daughter of Zion; his line has been stretched out, he has not kept back his hand from destruction: he has sent sorrow on tower and wall, they have become feeble together.
9 Her doors have gone down into the earth; he has sent destruction on her locks: her king and her princes are among the nations where the law is not; even her prophets have had no vision from the Lord.
10 The responsible men of the daughter of Zion are seated on the earth without a word; they have put dust on their heads, they are clothed in haircloth: the heads of the virgins of Jerusalem are bent down to the earth.
11 My eyes are wasted with weeping, the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved, my inner parts are drained out on the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because of the young children and babies at the breast who are falling without strength in the open squares of the town.
12 They say to their mothers, Where is grain and wine? when they are falling like the wounded in the open squares of the town, when their life is drained out on their mother's breast.
13 What example am I to give you? what comparison am I to make for you, O daughter of Jerusalem? what am I to make equal to you, so that I may give you comfort, O virgin daughter of Zion? for your destruction is great like the sea: who is able to make you well?
14 The visions which your prophets have seen for you are false and foolish; they have not made clear to you your sin so that your fate might be changed: but they have seen for you false words, driving you away.
15 All who go by make a noise with their hands at you; they make hisses, shaking their heads at the daughter of Jerusalem, and saying, Is this the town which was the crown of everything beautiful, the joy of all the earth?
16 All your haters are opening their mouths wide against you; making hisses and whistling through their teeth, they say, We have made a meal of her: certainly this is the day we have been looking for; it has come, we have seen it.
17 The Lord has done that which was his purpose; he has put into force the orders which he gave in the days which are past; pulling down without pity, he has made your hater glad over you, lifting up the horn of those who were against you.
18 Let your cry go up to the Lord: O wall of the daughter of Zion, let your weeping be flowing down like a stream day and night; give yourself no rest, let not your eyes keep back the drops of sorrow.
19 Up! give cries in the night, at the starting of the night-watches; let your heart be flowing out like water before the face of the Lord, lifting up your hands to him for the life of your young children who are falling down, feeble for need of food, at the top of every street.
20 Look! O Lord, see to whom you have done this! Are the women to take as their food the fruit of their bodies, the children who are folded in their arms? are the priest and the prophet to be put to death in the holy place of the Lord?
21 The young men and the old are stretched on the earth in the streets; my virgins and my young men have been put to the sword: you have sent death on them in the day of your wrath, causing death without pity.
22 As in the day of a holy meeting you have made fears come round me on every side, and no one got away or was kept safe in the day of the Lord's wrath: those who were folded in my arms, whom I took care of, have been sent to their destruction by my hater.