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He drove into my heart the arrows of his quiver; (Lamentations 3, 13)
let him give his cheek to the smiter, and be filled with insults. (Lamentations 3, 30)
Why should a living man complain, a man, about the punishment of his sins? (Lamentations 3, 39)
"We have transgressed and rebelled, and thou hast not forgiven. (Lamentations 3, 42)
my eyes flow with rivers of tears because of the destruction of the daughter of my people. (Lamentations 3, 48)
they flung me alive into the pit and cast stones on me; (Lamentations 3, 53)
Thou wilt give them dullness of heart; thy curse will be on them. (Lamentations 3, 65)
Even the jackals give the breast and suckle their young, but the daughter of my people has become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness. (Lamentations 4, 3)
The tongue of the nursling cleaves to the roof of its mouth for thirst; the children beg for food, but no one gives to them. (Lamentations 4, 4)
Now their visage is blacker than soot, they are not recognized in the streets; their skin has shriveled upon their bones, it has become as dry as wood. (Lamentations 4, 8)
"Away! Unclean!" men cried at them; "Away! Away! Touch not!" So they became fugitives and wanderers; men said among the nations, "They shall stay with us no longer." (Lamentations 4, 15)
The breath of our nostrils, the LORD's anointed, was taken in their pits, he of whom we said, "Under his shadow we shall live among the nations." (Lamentations 4, 20)
