1Oh! The city sits alone,
that was great with a people.
She became like a widow,
She who was great among the nations.
She who was a queen among states
became a slave.
2She weeps and weeps in the night;
there are tears on her cheeks.
She has no comforter
from all her allies.
All her friends broke faith with her;
they became her enemies.
3Judah went into exile after affliction
and hard servitude.
Even when she dwelt among the nations
she didn’t find a resting place.
All her pursuers caught her
amid her distresses.
4The roads to Zion mourn,
because of the lack of people coming for the set occasions.
All her gateways are deserted,
her priests are groaning.
Her girls are suffering,
and her—it’s hard for her.
5Her foes became her head,
her enemies are at ease.
Because Yahweh made her suffer
on account of the great number of her rebellions.
Her infants went into exile
in front of the foe.
6All her glory went away
from Ms. Zion.
Her officials became like deer
that had found no pasture.
They walked without strength
before the pursuer.
7Jerusalem’s been mindful,
in her days of affliction and wandering,
of all the delightful things she had,
which there were from days before.
When her people fell into the hand of the foe
and there was no one helping her,
as the foes saw her,
they laughed at her coming to an end.
8Jerusalem offended and offended;
therefore she became taboo.
All the people who honored her treated her as wretched
because they saw her exposure.
Yes, she groaned
and turned away.
9Though her uncleanness was in her skirts,
she hadn’t been mindful of her future.
She went down astonishingly;
she had no comforter.
“Yahweh, look at my affliction,
because the enemy’s triumphed.”
10The foe laid his hand
on all things in which she delighted.
Because she saw the nations
come to her sanctuary,
who you commanded should not come
into your congregation.
11All her people are groaning,
searching for bread.
They gave the things in which they delighted
for food to bring life back.
“Look, Yahweh, pay heed,
because I’ve become wretched.”
12It’s nothing to you, all you who pass along the road;
pay heed and look.
Is there any pain like my pain,
which was dealt out to me,
when Yahweh made me suffer
on the day of his angry blazing?
13From above he sent fire,
into my bones, and it overwhelmed them.
He spread a net for my feet;
he turned me back.
He made me a desolation,
faint all day long.
14The yoke of my rebellions was bound on,
they interweave by his hand.
They came up onto my neck;
he made my strength fail.
The Lord gave me into the hands
of people before whom I cannot stand.
15The Lord in my midst threw aside
all my strong men.
He proclaimed a date against me
for breaking my young men.
The Lord trod in a press
young Ms. Judah.
16On account of these things I’m weeping;
both my eyes are flowing with water.
Because a comforter is far from me,
someone bringing my life back.
My children became desolate,
because an enemy’s prevailed.
17Zion spread out her hands;
there’s no one comforting her.
Yahweh commanded against Jacob
his foes all around him.
Jerusalem became
something taboo among them.
18Yahweh is in the right,
because I rebelled against his word.
Do listen, all you peoples,
see my pain.
My girls and my young men
went into captivity.
19I called to my friends;
those people deceived me.
My priests and my elders
perished in the city,
when they searched for food for themselves
so that they might bring their life back.
20See, Yahweh, how I had distress,
my insides churned.
My heart turned over within me,
because I rebelled and rebelled.
Outside, the sword destroyed;
at home, simply death.
21Though people heard when I was groaning,
I had no comforter.
When all my enemies heard
of the evil that’s happened to me, they rejoiced.
Because you yourself acted,
you brought about the day you proclaimed—they should be like me.
22All their evil should come before you—
deal with them,
as you dealt with me
on account of all my rebellions.
Because my groans are many,
and my heart is faint.
We’ve just returned from driving around cities in Turkey such as Ephesus and Laodicea to whose churches John writes in Revelation, some of which Paul also visited. Seeing them generated a twofold shock. First there’s their size. I’d thought of them as something more like villages or small towns, but they’re monumentally vast. They’re the New York, Los Angeles, London, and Glasgow of their day. The second shock is then the fact that they’re simply ruins. Ephesus, for instance, was destroyed by the Goths in AD 262 and again by an earthquake in 614. What was it like to go through that experience? How did people pray in light of the event? How do you pray in light of an earthquake or a tsunami or an event such as 9/11?
Lamentations tells us the answer from Jerusalem’s angle, in light of the city’s devastation by the Babylonians in 587. It begins with a bare exclamation, “Oh!”—a cry of pain. This word gives the book its title in Hebrew (the title “Lamentations” comes from the old Greek translation). It’s also the first word in chapter 2 and in chapter 4. One reason for opening the book with this Hebrew word is that it begins with the first letter of the alphabet, aleph. The chapter has twenty-two verses; that number recurs in each chapter of the book. It’s the number of letters in the Hebrew alphabet. In the first four chapters the verses begin with the successive letters of the alphabet. The poems give expression to grief and pain from A to Z. Linking with this fact, the word all comes sixteen times: all Judah’s allies fail it, all the people’s pursuers catch them, all its enemies gloat, all passersby ignore it, though all peoples are urged to listen to its cry of pain, all Zion’s strong men are thrown aside, all its people are gone and all its gateways are deserted, all its glory, all its honor, and all its treasures are gone, all day Zion faints, all its rebellions have met with their punishment, and all their enemies’ evil should come before Yahweh to the same end.
One should allow for hyperbole; the Old Testament makes clear that the Babylonians didn’t transport the city’s entire population (still less Judah as a whole), and many people who fled from the city and the country during the Babylonian invasion doubtless crept back when the Babylonian army was gone. Yet the contrast between past and present is horrifying. Jerusalem was not a great city like Ephesus, or Babylon. But with its temple and its palaces, for its people it was a great city. Further, it was a great city because of the great God worshiped there. The poem imagines...