Your sons and daughters will be given to another nation, while your eyes grow weary looking for them day after day, with no power in your hand.
You will father sons and daughters, but they will not remain yours, because they will go into captivity.
You sold the people of Judah and Jerusalem to the Greeks, to send them far from their homeland.
For behold, this is why our fathers have fallen by the sword, and our sons and daughters and wives are in captivity.
If a man denounces his friends for a price, the eyes of his children will fail.
Some were saying, “We and our sons and daughters are numerous. We must get grain in order to eat and stay alive.”
And you, son of man, know that on the day I take away their stronghold, their pride and joy—the desire of their eyes whi
But the eyes of the wicked will fail, and escape will elude them; they will hope for their last breath.”
Among those nations you will find no repose, not even a resting place for the sole of your foot. There the LORD will giv
Because of this, our hearts are faint; because of these, our eyes grow dim—
I chirp like a swallow or crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak as I look upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my s
My eyes fail, looking for Your promise; I ask, “When will You comfort me?”
Therefore I will send you into exile beyond Damascus,” says the LORD, whose name is the God of Hosts.
The fruit of your womb will be cursed, as well as the produce of your land, the calves of your herds, and the lambs of y
“You must not marry or have sons or daughters in this place.”
My eyes fail, looking for Your salvation, and for Your righteous promise.
Writhe in agony, O Daughter of Zion, like a woman in labor. For now you will leave the city and camp in the open fields.
I will scatter them with a winnowing fork at the gates of the land. I will bereave and destroy My people who have not tu
Woe to you, O Moab! You are destroyed, O people of Chemosh! He gave up his sons as refugees, and his daughters into capt
My eyes fail from weeping; I am churning within. My heart is poured out in grief over the destruction of the daughter of
I am weary from my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
All the while our eyes were failing as we looked in vain for help. We watched from our towers for a nation that could no