1-2. I wish my head were a well of waterand my eyes fountains of tearsSo I could weep day and nightfor casualties among my dear, dear people.At times I wish I had a wilderness hut,a backwoods cabin,Where I could get away from my peopleand never see them again.They’re a faithless, feckless bunch,a congregation of degenerates.
10-11. “I’m lamenting the loss of the mountain pastures.I’m chanting dirges for the old grazing grounds.They’ve become deserted wastelands too dangerous for travelers.No sounds of sheep bleating or cattle mooing.Birds and wild animals, all gone.Nothing stirring, no sounds of life.I’m going to make Jerusalem a pile of rubble,fit for nothing but stray cats and dogs.I’m going to reduce Judah’s towns to piles of ruinswhere no one lives!”
12. I asked, “Is there anyone around bright enough to tell us what’s going on here? Anyone who has the inside story from God and can let us in on it?“Why is the country wasted?“Why no travelers in this desert?”
13-15. God’s answer: “Because they abandoned my plain teaching. They wouldn’t listen to anything I said, refused to live the way I told them to. Instead they lived any way they wanted and took up with the Baal gods, who they thought would give them what they wanted—following the example of their parents.” And this is the consequence. God-of-the-Angel-Armies says so:“I’ll feed them with pig slop.“I’ll give them poison to drink.
16. “Then I’ll scatter them far and wide among godless peoples that neither they nor their parents have ever heard of, and I’ll send Death in pursuit until there’s nothing left of them.”
17-19. A Message from God-of-the-Angel-Armies:“Look over the trouble we’re in and call for help.Send for some singers who can help us mourn our loss.Tell them to hurry—to help us express our loss and lament,Help us get our tears flowing,make tearful music of our crying.Listen to it!Listen to that torrent of tears out of Zion:‘We’re a ruined people,we’re a shamed people!We’ve been driven from our homesand must leave our land!’”