Chapter 2. How the Lord has covered the daughter of Zion with a cloud in his anger He cast down from heaven to the Earth The beauty of Israel and did not Remember his footstool in the day of his Anger The Lord has swallowed up and has not Pitied All The Dwelling Places of Jacob He has thrown down in his wrath the Strongholds of the daughter of Judah He has brought them down to the ground He has profaned the kingdom and its Princes He has cut off in Fierce anger every Horn of Israel He has drawn back his right hand from Before the enemy He has blazed against Jacob like a Flaming fire devouring all around Standing like an enemy he has bent his Bow With his right hand like an adversary he Has slain all who were pleasing to his Eye On the tent of the daughter of Zion he Has poured out his fury like fire The Lord was like an enemy He has swallowed up Israel he has Swallowed up all her palaces he has Destroyed her strongholds and has Increased mourning and lamentation in The daughter of Judah He has done violence to his Tabernacle
As if it were a garden He has destroyed his place of assembly The Lord has caused the appointed feasts And sabbaths to be forgotten in Zion In his burning indignation he has Spurned the king and the priest The Lord has spurned his altar he has Abandoned his sanctuary He has given up the walls of her palaces Into the hand of the enemy They have made a noise in the house of The Lord as on the day of a set feast The Lord has purposed to destroy the Wall of the daughter of Zion He has stretched out a line He has not withdrawn his hand from Destroying Therefore he has caused the rampart and Wall to Lament They languished together Her Gates have sunk into the ground He has destroyed and broken her bars A king and her princes are among the Nations The law is no more And her prophets find no vision from the Lord The Elders of the daughter of Zion sit On the ground and keep silence They throw dust on their heads and gird Themselves with sackcloth The Virgins of Jerusalem bow their heads To the ground My eyes fail with tears
My heart is troubled My bile is poured on the ground because Of the destruction of the daughter of my People Because the children and the infants Faint in the streets of the city They say to their mothers where is grain And wine As they Swoon like the wounded in the Streets of the city As their life is poured out in their Mother's bosom How shall I console you To what shall I liken you o daughter of Jerusalem What shall I compare with you that I may Comfort you o virgin Daughter of Zion For your ruin is spread wide as the sea Who can heal you Your prophets have seen for you false And deceptive visions They have not uncovered your iniquity to Bring back your captives But have envisioned for you false Prophecies and delusions All who pass by clap their hands at you They hiss and shake their heads at the Daughter of Jerusalem Is this the city that is called the Perfection of beauty the joy of the Whole Earth All your enemies have opened their mouth Against you They hiss and gnash their teeth
They say we have swallowed her up Surely this is the day we have waited For we have found it we have seen it The Lord has done what he purposed He has fulfilled his word which he Commanded in days of old He has thrown down and has not pitied And he has caused an enemy to Rejoice Over you He has exalted the Horn of your Adversaries Their heart cried out to the Lord A wall of the daughter of Zion Let tears run down like a river day and Night Give yourself no relief Give your eyes no rest Arise cry out in the night at the Beginning of the watches pour out your Heart like water before the face of the Lord Lift your hands toward him for the life Of your young children who faint from Hunger at the head of every street See O Lord and consider To whom have you done this Should the women eat their offspring the Children they have cuddled Should the priest and Prophet be slain In the sanctuary of the Lord Young and old lie on the ground in the Streets My Virgins and my young men have fallen By the sword
You have slain them in the day of your Anger You have slaughtered and not pitied You have invited us to a feast day the Terrors that surround me In the day of the Lord's anger there was No Refugee or Survivor Those whom I have borne and brought up My enemies have destroyed