Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vines,
It is decreed that the city be exiled and carried away; her maidservants moan like doves, and beat upon their breasts.
Moreover, with an uplifted hand I swore to them in the wilderness that I would not bring them into the land that I had g
For the LORD your God is bringing you into a good land, a land of brooks and fountains and springs that flow through the
On that day I swore to bring them out of the land of Egypt into a land that I had searched out for them, a land flowing
But the land that you are crossing the Jordan to possess is a land of mountains and valleys that drinks in the rain from
My eyes fail from weeping; I am churning within. My heart is poured out in grief over the destruction of the daughter of
Even jackals offer their breasts to nurse their young, but the daughter of my people has become cruel, like an ostrich i