Woe to me, my mother, that you have given birth to me As
a man of strife and a man of contention to all the land! I have not lent, nor have people lent money to me, Yet
everyone curses me.
The LORD said, 'I will certainly set you free for purposes of
good; I will certainly make the enemy plead with you In a time of disaster and a time of distress.
smash iron, Iron from the north, or bronze?
I will give your wealth and your treasures As plunder without cost, For all your sins And within all your borders.
Then I will make your enemies bring your possessions
Into a land that
you do not know; For a fire has been kindled in My anger, And
it will burn upon you.'
You know, LORD; Remember me, take notice of me, And take vengeance for me on my persecutors. Do not, in view of Your patience, take me away; Know that for Your sake I endure reproach.
Your words were found and I ate them, And Your words became a joy to me and the delight of my heart; For I have been called by Your name, LORD God of armies.
I did not sit in a circle of revelers and celebrate. Because of Your hand upon me
I sat alone, For You filled me with indignation.
Why has my pain been endless And my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? Will You indeed be to me like a deceptive stream
With water that is unreliable?