Lamentations 3:1

⁷Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah.

²¹“Have pity on me. Have pity on me, you my friends, for the hand of God has touched me.

¹⁵I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted. ¹⁶Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.

¹²“Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? Look, and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow, which is brought on me, with which the LORD has afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger. ¹³“From on high has he sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them. He has spread a net for my feet. He has turned me back. He has made me desolate and I faint all day long. ¹⁴“The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand. They are knit together. They have come up on my neck. He made my strength fail. The Lord^[+] has delivered me into their hands, against whom I am not able to stand.

³He was despised and rejected by men, a man of suffering and acquainted with disease. He was despised as one from whom men hide their face; and we didn’t respect him.

¹⁴Cursed is the day in which I was born. Don’t let the day in which my mother bore me be blessed. ¹⁵Cursed is the man who brought news to my father, saying, “A boy is born to you,” making him very glad. ¹⁶Let that man be as the cities which the LORD overthrew, and didn’t repent. Let him hear a cry in the morning, and shouting at noontime, ¹⁷because he didn’t kill me from the womb. So my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great. ¹⁸Why did I come out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?

⁶Then they took Jeremiah and threw him into the dungeon of Malchijah the king’s son, that was in the court of the guard. They let down Jeremiah with cords. In the dungeon there was no water, but mire; and Jeremiah sank in the mire.

¹⁷I didn’t sit in the assembly of those who make merry and rejoice. I sat alone because of your hand, for you have filled me with indignation. ¹⁸Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuses to be healed? Will you indeed be to me as a deceitful brook, like waters that fail?

²⁰You, who have shown us many and bitter troubles, you will let me live. You will bring us up again from the depths of the earth.