Lament for Jerusalem – The Purification

“How lonely she is now, the once crowded city! Widowed is she who was mistress over nations; the princess among the provinces has been made a toiling slave. Bitterly she weeps at night, tears upon her cheeks. With not one to console her, of all her dear ones; her friends have all betrayed her and become her enemies. Judah as fled into exile from oppression and cruel slavery; yet where she lives among the nations, she finds no place to rest. All her persecutors come upon her, where she is narrowly confined. The roads to Zion mourn, for lack of pilgrims going to her feasts; all her gateways are deserted, her priests groan, her virgins sigh; she is in bitter grief. Her foes are uppermost, her enemies are at ease; Yahweh has punished her, for her many sins. Her little ones have gone away, captive before the foe.”

“Gone from daughter Zion is all her glory, her princes – like rams that find no pasture – have gone off without strength, before their captors. Jerusalem is mindful of the days of her wretched homelessness, when her people fell into enemy hands and had no one to help her; when her foes gloated over her, laughed at her ruin. Through the sin of which she is guilty, Jerusalem is defiled. All who esteemed her, think her vile now that they see her nakedness; she herself groans and turns away. Her filth is on her skirt, she gave no thought how she would end. Astounding is her downfall, with no one to console her. Look, Yahweh, upon her misery; for the enemy has triumphed! The foe stretched out his hand to all her treasures. She has seen those nations enter her sanctuary, whom You forbade to come into Your assembly. All her people groan, searching for bread; they give their treasures for food, to retain the breath of life.”

“Look, O Lord, and see how worthless I have become! Come, all you who pass by the way, look and see whether there is any suffering like my suffering, which has been dealt me when the Lord afflicted me, on the day of His blazing wrath. Yahweh is just, I had defied His command. Listen, all you peoples, and behold my suffering. My maidens and my youths have gone into captivity. I cried out to my lovers, but they failed me. My priests and my elders perished in the city, where they sought food for themselves, they found it not. Look, O Lord, upon my distress; all within me is in ferment. My heart recoils within me, from my monstrous rebellion. In the streets, the sword bereaves; at home, death stalks” (Lam 1:1-12, 18-20).