For the brokenness of the daughter of my people I am crushed. I mourn; horror has gripped me.
You are to speak this word to them: ‘My eyes overflow with tears; day and night they do not cease, for the virgin daught
She is emptied! Yes, she is desolate and laid waste! Hearts melt, knees knock, bodies tremble, and every face grows pale
Nations writhe in horror before them; every face turns pale.
I am dark, yet lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
for there our captors requested a song; our tormentors demanded songs of joy: “Sing us a song of Zion.”
I speak the truth in Christ; I am not lying, as confirmed by my conscience in the Holy Spirit.
Oh, that my head were a spring of water, and my eyes a fountain of tears! I would weep day and night over the slain daug
As Jesus approached Jerusalem and saw the city, He wept over it
My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! Oh, the pain in my chest! My heart pounds within me; I cannot be silent. For I
But I have not run away from being Your shepherd; I have not desired the day of despair. You know that the utterance of
and replied to the king, “May the king live forever! Why should I not be sad when the city where my fathers are buried l