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  • DALETH. He has bent his bow like an enemy. He has fixed his right hand like an adversary. And he has cut down all that was beautiful to behold in the tabernacle of the daughter of Zion. He has poured out his indignation like fire. (Lamentations 2, 4)

  • VAU. And he has torn apart her tent like a garden. He has demolished her tabernacle. In Zion, the Lord has delivered feast and Sabbath into oblivion, and king and priest into disgrace, and into the indignation of his fury. (Lamentations 2, 6)

  • ZAIN. The Lord has pushed away his own altar. He has cursed his own sanctuary. He has delivered the walls of its towers into the hand of the enemy. They have made a noise in the house of the Lord, as if on the day of a solemnity. (Lamentations 2, 7)

  • CAPH. My eyes have exhausted their tears. My internal organs have become disturbed. My liver has been poured out on the earth, over the grief of the daughter of my people, when the little ones and the infants passed away in the streets of the town. (Lamentations 2, 11)

  • RES. O Lord, see and consider those whom you have made into a such vintage. So then, shall women eat their own fruit, little ones measured by the palm of the hand? Shall priest and prophet be killed in the sanctuary of the Lord? (Lamentations 2, 20)

  • BETH. He has gathered me into darkness, like those who are forever dead. (Lamentations 3, 6)

  • MEM. Why has a living man murmured, a man suffering for his sins? (Lamentations 3, 39)

  • SAMECH. You have covered us in your fury, and you have struck us. You have killed, and have not spared. (Lamentations 3, 43)

  • PHE. Prediction has become for us a dread, and a snare, and a grief. (Lamentations 3, 47)

  • RES. You have judged, O Lord, the case of my soul. You are the Redeemer of my life. (Lamentations 3, 58)

  • ALEPH. O how the gold has become dulled, the finest color has been altered, the stones of the sanctuary have been scattered at the head of every street. (Lamentations 4, 1)

  • HETH. Their face has been blacked more than coals, and they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin has adhered to their bones; it dried out and became like wood. (Lamentations 4, 8)


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