`l SHbr bt `my hSHbrty qdrty SHmh hKHzqtny

super contritionem filiae populi mei contritus sum et contristatus stupor obtinuit me

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment has taken hold on me.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am mourning; dismay has taken hold on me.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people I am hurt. I am mourning; Astonishment has taken hold of me.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt: I mourn; dismay hath taken hold on me.

For the breach of the daughter of my people am I crushed; I go mourning; astonishment hath taken hold of me.

For the affliction of the daughter of my people I am afflicted, and made sorrowful, astonishment hath taken hold on me.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt: I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.

For the wound of the daughter of my people is my heart wounded; I mourn, and dismay has taken hold on me.

I am crushed because my dear people have been crushed. I mourn; terror grips me.

I am broken by the brokenness of my dear people. I mourn; horror has taken hold of me.

Because my people are crushed, I'm crushed. I mourn, and dismay overwhelms me.

My heart is crushed because my dear people are being crushed. I go about crying and grieving. I am overwhelmed with dismay.

For the brokenness of the daughter of my people I am broken; I mourn, dismay has taken hold of me.

Since my people are crushed, I am crushed; I mourn, and horror grips me.

I hurt with the hurt of my people. I mourn and am overcome with grief.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt: I mourn; dismay has taken hold on me.

I am very upset because my dear people have so much pain. I weep and I cry, as if a friend had died.

For a breach of the daughter of my people have I been broken, I have been black, astonishment hath seized me.

I am hurt because my people are hurt. I am filled with sorrow, and fear has taken hold of me.

And because the daughter of my people is being ripped apart, I am ripped apart. From within, a dark and cold hurt arises. From without, I am strangled by the horror of it all.

I weep for the hurt of my people; I stand amazed, silent, dumb with grief.

The suffering of my people causes me to suffer too. I mourn, overcome with terror.

For the brokenness of the daughter of my people I am broken; I mourn, desolation has taken hold of me.

For the destruction of the daughter of my people I am devastated; I am in darkness; astonishment has taken hold on me.

I am broken by the brokenness of my dear people. I mourn; horror has taken hold of me.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I [Jeremiah] hurt; I go around mourning; dismay has taken hold on me.

Because my people are crushed, I am crushed. I cry loudly and am afraid for them.

I drown in grief. I’m heartsick. Oh, listen! Please listen! It’s the cry of my dear people reverberating through the country. Is God no longer in Zion? Has the King gone away? Can you tell me why they flaunt their plaything-gods, their silly, imported no-gods before me? The crops are in, the summer is over, but for us nothing’s changed. We’re still waiting to be rescued. For my dear broken people, I’m heartbroken. I weep, seized by grief. Are there no healing ointments in Gilead? Isn’t there a doctor in the house? So why can’t something be done to heal and save my dear, dear people? * * *

Because my people are crushed, I have been crushed. I am in mourning, and horror seizes me.

For the hurt of my poor people I am hurt, I mourn, and dismay has taken hold of me.

My heart has been crushed because my people are crushed; I mourn; I am completely dismayed.

I am tormented, and sorry on the sorrow of the daughter of my people; astonishing held me.

My people are crushed, and so is my heart. I am horrified and mourn.

For the wound of the daughter of my people is my heart wounded, I mourn, and dismay has taken hold on me.

For the brokenness of the daughter of my people I am broken, I mourn, and horror has seized me.

For the hurt of my poor people I am hurt, I mourn, and dismay has taken hold of me.

Because my people are crushed, I am crushed; darkness and despair overwhelm me.

For the brokenness of the daughter of my people I (Jeremiah) am broken; I mourn, anxiety has gripped me.

For the wound of the daughter of my people is my heart wounded; I mourn, and dismay has taken hold on me.

I am broken by the injury of the daughter of my people. I am in mourning; horror has seized me.

I am broken over the brokenness of the daughter of my people. I mourn, dismay has taken hold of me.

Because my people are ·crushed [broken; fractured], I am ·crushed [broken; fractured]. I ·cry loudly [mourn; lament; wail] and ·am afraid for them [L horror has seized me].

“Because of the brokenness of the daughter of my people, I am brokenhearted. I mourn—desolation grips me.

For the wound of the daughter of my people is my heart wounded, I mourn, and dismay has taken hold on me.

My people are crushed, so I am crushed. I mourn, and I am filled with horror.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.

The daughter of my people is broken, and it’s tearing me to pieces; everything looks dark to me, horror seizes me.

For the hurt of my poor people I am hurt, I mourn, and dismay has taken hold of me.

For the hurt of the Bat Ami am I hurt; I mourn; desolation hath taken hold on me.

I am crushed because my dear people have been crushed. I mourn; terror grips me.

For the brokenness of the daughter of my people am I broken; I mourn; dismay has taken hold of me.

My people are hurt, so I am hurt. I am too sad to speak.

My people are crushed. So I am crushed. I cry loudly, and I am afraid for them.

“Because of the wound of the daughter of my people I am broken down, I mourn, horror has seized me.

Since my people are crushed, I am crushed; I mourn, and horror grips me.