My sorrow is beyond healing; my heart is faint within me.
Because of this, our hearts are faint; because of these, our eyes grow dim—
We have heard the report; our hands hang limp. Anguish has gripped us, pain like that of a woman in labor.
For these things I weep; my eyes flow with tears. For there is no one nearby to comfort me, no one to revive my soul. My
Therefore I said, “Turn away from me, let me weep bitterly! Do not try to console me over the destruction of the daughte
Woe to me because of my brokenness; my wound is grievous! But I said, “This is truly my sickness, and I must bear it.”
I heard and trembled within; my lips quivered at the sound. Decay entered my bones; I trembled where I stood. Yet I must
When I think my bed will comfort me and my couch will ease my complaint,
And suddenly one with the likeness of a man touched my lips, and I opened my mouth and said to the one standing before m