Плач Иеремии 1:2
She weepeth sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks: among all her lovers she hath none to comfort her: all her friends have dealt treacherously with her, they are become her enemies.
Context
This verse from Плач Иеремии Chapter 1 connects to 10 cross-references. The first lament personifies Jerusalem as a widow, formerly great among nations, now grieving and desolate, her roads mourning, her priests groaning, her children gone. Judah has gone into exile. The poem is an alphabetic acrostic in which Zion confesses …
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She weepeth sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks; Among all her lovers she hath none to comfort her: All her friends have dealt treacherously with her; they are become her enemies.
She weepeth sore in the night, And her tear <FI>is<Fi> on her cheeks, There is no comforter for her out of all her lovers, All her friends dealt treacherously by her, They have been to her for enemies.
She is sorrowing bitterly in the night, and her face is wet with weeping; among all her lovers she has no comforter: all her friends have been false to her, they have become her haters.
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