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So Jehoiachin laid aside his prisoner's garb and for the rest of his life always ate at the king's table. (Jeremiah 52, 33)
And his upkeep was permanently ensured by the king, day after day, for the rest of his life until the day he died. (Jeremiah 52, 34)
How deserted she sits, the city once thronged with people! Once the greatest of nations, she is now like a widow. Once the princess of states, she is now put to forced labour. (Lamentations 1, 1)
The roads to Zion are in mourning; no one comes to her festivals now. Her gateways are all deserted; her priests groan; her young girls are grief-stricken; she suffers bitterly. (Lamentations 1, 4)
I called to my lovers; they failed me. My priests and my elders expired in the city, as they searched for food to keep themselves alive. (Lamentations 1, 19)
The Lord behaved like an enemy; he engulfed Israel, he engulfed all its citadels, he destroyed its fortresses and for the daughter of Judah multiplied weeping on wailing. (Lamentations 2, 5)
He wrecked his domain like a garden, destroyed his assembly-points, Yahweh erased the memory of festivals and Sabbaths in Zion; in the heat of his anger he treated king and priest with contempt. (Lamentations 2, 6)
The Lord has rejected his altar, he has come to loathe his sanctuary and has given her palace walls into the clutches of the enemy; from the uproar they made in Yahweh's temple it might have been a festival day! (Lamentations 2, 7)
Yahweh has resolved to destroy the walls of the daughter of Zion, stretching out the line, not staying his hand until he has engulfed everything, thus bringing mourning on wall and rampart; alike they crumbled. (Lamentations 2, 8)
My eyes are worn out with weeping, my inmost being is in ferment, my heart plummets at the destruction of my young people, as the children and babies grow faint in the streets of the city. (Lamentations 2, 11)
Yahweh has done what he planned, has carried out his threat, as he ordained long ago: he has destroyed without pity, increasing the might of your foes -- and letting your foes get the credit. (Lamentations 2, 17)
Cry then to the Lord, rampart of the daughter of Zion; let your tears flow like a torrent, day and night; allow yourself no respite, give your eyes no rest! (Lamentations 2, 18)
