Lamentations
Name, Authorship, and Location in Canon
The name Lamentations is a translation of the Greek Threnoi, the Septuagint's title of the book. In the Hebrew Bible the book is named after its initial word, ’Ekah, “How,” as in “How lonely sits the city.”
In the Christian canon, Lamentations follows the book of Jeremiah because Jeremiah was traditionally thought to have been the author of Lamentations. Jewish tradition also ascribes the book's authorship to Jeremiah, but in the Hebrew Bible Lamentations is located in the Writings, among the Five Scrolls. It is read liturgically on the Ninth of Av (July-August), the day of public mourning for the destruction of the First Temple by the Babylonians in 586 bce and of the Second Temple by the Romans in 70 ce. In Christian tradition, readings from Lamentations are part of the Holy Week liturgies. The ascription of authorship to Jeremiah derives from the impetus to ascribe all biblical books to inspired biblical authors. Jeremiah, a prophet who lived during the last days of the kingdom of Judah and prophesied its demise, was an obvious choice for Lamentations. Already by late Second Temple times, he was known for composing laments; 2 Chr 35.25 says that Jeremiah composed laments for the death of King Josiah. Modern scholars do not think that Jeremiah actually wrote Lamentations; like most ancient literature, the author remains anonymous. Most likely, each of the book's chapters was written by a different poet, and they then were joined together to form the book.
Date and Historical Context
The five poems that comprise Lamentations, each with its distinctive tone and theme, lament the destruction of Jerusalem and the Temple by the Babylonians (see 2 Kings 25.8–21). This was a major and unprecedented catastrophe, both politically and religiously: Judah ceased to exist as an independent country, and sacrificial worship to God could no longer be performed. The sequence of the chapters is not chronological, and despite the vividness of their descriptions, the poems need not to have been written by eyewitnesses to the events. The book was compiled after 586 bce and before the end of the sixth century bce, when the Temple was rebuilt. Because Second Isaiah, whose work is dated to 550–538 bce, seems to have known at least parts of Lamentations, the book was probably in circulation by the mid-sixth century, but the exact time, place, and reason for its composition are unknown.
Genre
An ancient Near Eastern tradition of laments over the destruction of cities goes back to the Sumerian laments of the early second millennium bce (e.g., “Lamentation over the Destruction of Ur,” “Lamentation over the Destruction of Sumer and Ur,” “Nippur Lament”). Despite the generic similarity, however, we cannot draw a direct line of influence from the Sumerian laments to the book of Lamentations. Moreover, the Sumerian laments were recited on the occasion of the rebuilding of a temple, so their “story” has a happy ending. Not so in the book of Lamentations, where hopes for the rebuilding of the Jerusalem Temple remain unrealized, and God, who is so movingly implored to end his people's suffering and exile and to restore them to their former condition, never responds. The origin and development of laments for Jerusalem remain unknown. Perhaps the unprecedented event of the destruction gave rise to a new genre.
Structure and Interpretation
The book's first four poems (chs 1; 2; 3; 4) are alphabetic acrostics, a formal device found elsewhere in the Bible (e.g., Pss 111; 112; 145; Prov 31.10–31), in which each verse or stanza begins with successive letters of the Hebrew alphabet, twenty-two in all. Chapter 3 is a triple acrostic; each stanza has three short verses beginning with the same letter. Chapter 5, although not an acrostic, also contains twenty-two verses. In Lamentations this formal device gives expression to the enormity or totality of the destruction (“from A to Z”) and also gives structure and closure to the incomprehensible events and unstructured pain that engulfed Judah and its inhabitants.
The language of the book is highly poetic and extraordinarily moving, so that at times we want to avert our eyes from the violence and suffering described. The experience of warfare, siege, famine, and death are individualized—brave men are reduced to begging, mothers are unable to nourish their children. The national catastrophe is thus made concrete, as society disintegrates and people languish and die or are deported. All of this is addressed to God, so that he may feel the suffering of his people and bring it to an end. The entire book may be thought of as an appeal for God's mercy. Yet God remains silent.
If the book fails to move God, it fulfills another function, that of public mourning which both relives and commemorates a catastrophe of incomprehensible proportion. Lamentations does not create a new theology. It assumes the theology of Deuteronomy, where sin leads to divine punishment and exile (see, e.g., Deut 28). God is responsible for the disaster; the Babylonians are merely divine agents. So, God, whose power is not diminished despite the Temple's destruction, must be the one to end the Babylonian dominance and bring about the return from exile. Repentance, the antidote to sin, is mentioned but is not central—this is not penitential prayer; rather, the idea in Lamentations is that the punishment, even if deserved, is unbearable. The immediacy and magnitude of the punishment drowns out everything else.
Adele Berlin
1
How lonely sits the city
that once was full of people!
How like a widow she has become,
she that was great among the nations!
She that was a princess among the provinces
has become a vassal.
2She weeps bitterly in the night,
with tears on her cheeks;
among all her lovers
she has no one to comfort her;
all her friends have dealt treacherously with her,
they have become her enemies.
3Judah has gone into exile with suffering
and hard servitude;
she lives now among the nations,
and finds no resting place;
her pursuers have all overtaken her
in the midst of her distress.
4The roads to Zion mourn,
for no one comes to the festivals;
all her gates are desolate,
her priests groan;
her young girls grieve,a
and her lot is bitter.
5Her foes have become the masters,
her enemies prosper,
because the Lord has made her suffer
for the multitude of her transgressions;
her children have gone away,
captives before the foe.
6From daughter Zion has departed
all her majesty.
Her princes have become like stags
that find no pasture;
they fled without strength
before the pursuer.
7Jerusalem remembers,
in the days of her affliction and wandering,
all the precious things
that were hers in days of old.
When her people fell into the hand of the foe,
and there was no one to help her,
the foe looked on mocking
over her downfall.
8Jerusalem sinned grievously,
so she has become a mockery;
all who honored her despise her,
for they have seen her nakedness;
she herself groans,
and turns her face away.
9Her uncleanness was in her skirts;
she took no thought of her future;
her downfall was appalling,
with none to comfort her.
“O Lord, look at my affliction,
for the enemy has triumphed!”
10Enemies have stretched out their hands
over all her precious things;
she has even seen the nations
invade her sanctuary,
those whom you forbade
to enter your congregation.
11All her people groan
as they search for bread;
they trade their treasures for food
to revive their strength.
Look, O Lord, and see
how worthless I have become.
12Is it nothing to you,a all you who pass by?
Look and see
if there is any sorrow like my sorrow,
which was brought upon me,
which the Lord inflicted
on the day of his fierce anger.
13From on high he sent fire;
it went deep into my bones;
he spread a net for my feet;
he turned me back;
he has left me stunned,
faint all day long.
14My transgressions were bounda into a yoke;
by his hand they were fastened together;
they weigh on my neck,
sapping my strength;
the Lord handed me over
to those whom I cannot withstand.
15The Lord has rejected
all my warriors in the midst of me;
he proclaimed a time against me
to crush my young men;
the Lord has trodden as in a wine press
the virgin daughter Judah.
16For these things I weep;
my eyes flow with tears;
for a comforter is far from me,
one to revive my courage;
my children are desolate,
for the enemy has prevailed.
17Zion stretches out her hands,
but there is no one to comfort her;
the Lord has commanded against Jacob
that his neighbors should become his foes;
Jerusalem has become
a filthy thing among them.
18The Lord is in the right,
for I have rebelled against his word;
but hear, all you peoples,
and behold my suffering;
my young women and young men
have gone into captivity.
19I called to my lovers
but they deceived me;
my priests and elders
perished in the city
while seeking food
to revive their strength.
20See, O Lord, how distressed I am;
my stomach churns,
my heart is wrung within me,
because I have been very rebellious.
In the street the sword bereaves;
in the house it is like death.
21They heard how I was groaning,
with no one to comfort me.
All my enemies heard of my trouble;
they are glad that you have done it.
Bring on the day you have announced,
and let them be as I am.
22Let all their evil doing come before you;
and deal with them
as you have dealt with me
because of all my transgressions;
for my groans are many
and my heart is faint.
2
How the Lord in his anger
has humiliateda daughter Zion!
He has thrown down from heaven to earth
the splendor of Israel;
he has not remembered his footstool
in the day of his anger.
2The Lord has destroyed without mercy
all the dwellings of Jacob;
in his wrath he has broken down
the strongholds of daughter Judah;
he has brought down to the ground in dishonor
the kingdom and its rulers.
3He has cut down in fierce anger
all the might of Israel;
he has withdrawn his right hand from them
in the face of the enemy;
he has burned like a flaming fire in Jacob,
consuming all around.
4He has bent his bow like an enemy,
with his right hand set like a foe;
he has killed all in whom we took pride
in the tent of daughter Zion;
he has poured out his fury like fire.
5The Lord has become like an enemy;
he has destroyed Israel.
He has destroyed all its palaces,
laid in ruins its strongholds,
and multiplied in daughter Judah
mourning and lamentation.
6He has broken down his booth like a garden,
he has destroyed his tabernacle;
the Lord has abolished in Zion
festival and sabbath,
and in his fierce indignation has spurned
king and priest.
7The Lord has scorned his altar,
disowned his sanctuary;
he has delivered into the hand of the enemy
the walls of her palaces;
a clamor was raised in the house of the Lord
as on a day of festival.
8The Lord determined to lay in ruins
the wall of daughter Zion;
he stretched the line;
he did not withhold his hand from destroying;
he caused rampart and wall to lament;
they languish together.
9Her gates have sunk into the ground;
he has ruined and broken her bars;
her king and princes are among the nations;
guidance is no more,
and her prophets obtain
no vision from the Lord.
10The elders of daughter Zion
sit on the ground in silence;
they have thrown dust on their heads
and put on sackcloth;
the young girls of Jerusalem
have bowed their heads to the ground.
11My eyes are spent with weeping;
my stomach churns;
my bile is poured out on the ground
because of the destruction of my people,
because infants and babes faint
in the streets of the city.
12They cry to their mothers,
“Where is bread and wine?”
as they faint like the wounded
in the streets of the city,
as their life is poured out
on their mothers’ bosom.
13What can I say for you, to what compare you,
O daughter Jerusalem?
To what can I liken you, that I may comfort you,
O virgin daughter Zion?
For vast as the sea is your ruin;
who can heal you?
14Your prophets have seen for you
false and deceptive visions;
they have not exposed your iniquity
to restore your fortunes,
but have seen oracles for you
that are false and misleading.
15All who pass along the way
clap their hands at you;
they hiss and wag their heads
at daughter Jerusalem;
“Is this the city that was called
the perfection of beauty,
the joy of all the earth?”
16All your enemies
open their mouths against you;
they hiss, they gnash their teeth,
they cry: “We have devoured her!
Ah, this is the day we longed for;
at last we have seen it!”
17The Lord has done what he purposed,
he has carried out his threat;
as he ordained long ago,
he has demolished without pity;
he has made the enemy rejoice over you,
and exalted the might of your foes.
O wall of daughter Zion!
Let tears stream down like a torrent
day and night!
Give yourself no rest,
your eyes no respite!
19Arise, cry out in the night,
at the beginning of the watches!
Pour out your heart like water
before the presence of the Lord!
Lift your hands to him
for the lives of your children,
who faint for hunger
at the head of every street.
20Look, O Lord, and consider!
To whom have you done this?
Should women eat their offspring,
the children they have borne?
Should priest and prophet be killed
in the sanctuary of the Lord?
21The young and the old are lying
on the ground in the streets;
my young women and my young men
have fallen by the sword;
in the day of your anger you have killed them,
slaughtering without mercy.
22You invited my enemies from all around
as if for a day of festival;
and on the day of the anger of the Lord
no one escaped or survived;
those whom I bore and reared
my enemy has destroyed.
3
I am one who has seen affliction
under the rod of God's b wrath;
2he has driven and brought me
into darkness without any light;
3against me alone he turns his hand,
again and again, all day long.
4He has made my flesh and my skin waste away,
and broken my bones;
5he has besieged and enveloped me
with bitterness and tribulation;
6he has made me sit in darkness
like the dead of long ago.
7He has walled me about so that I cannot escape;
he has put heavy chains on me;
8though I call and cry for help,
he shuts out my prayer;
9he has blocked my ways with hewn stones,
he has made my paths crooked.
10He is a bear lying in wait for me,
a lion in hiding;
11he led me off my way and tore me to pieces;
he has made me desolate;
12he bent his bow and set me
as a mark for his arrow.
13He shot into my vitals
the arrows of his quiver;
14I have become the laughingstock of all my people,
the object of their taunt-songs all day long.
15He has filled me with bitterness,
he has sated me with wormwood.
16He has made my teeth grind on gravel,
and made me cower in ashes;
17my soul is bereft of peace;
I have forgotten what happiness is;
18so I say, “Gone is my glory,
and all that I had hoped for from the Lord.”
19The thought of my affliction and my homelessness
is wormwood and gall!
20My soul continually thinks of it
and is bowed down within me.
21But this I call to mind,
and therefore I have hope:
22The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,a
his mercies never come to an end;
23they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
24“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in him.”
25The Lord is good to those who wait for him,
to the soul that seeks him.
26It is good that one should wait quietly
for the salvation of the Lord.
27It is good for one to bear
the yoke in youth,
28to sit alone in silence
when the Lord has imposed it,
29to put one's mouth to the dust
(there may yet be hope),
30to give one's cheek to the smiter,
and be filled with insults.
31For the Lord will not
reject forever.
32Although he causes grief, he will have compassion
according to the abundance of his steadfast love;
33for he does not willingly afflict
or grieve anyone.
34When all the prisoners of the land
are crushed under foot,
35when human rights are perverted
in the presence of the Most High,
36when one's case is subverted
—does the Lord not see it?
37Who can command and have it done,
if the Lord has not ordained it?
38Is it not from the mouth of the Most High
that good and bad come?
39Why should any who draw breath complain
about the punishment of their sins?
40Let us test and examine our ways,
and return to the Lord.
41Let us lift up our hearts as well as our hands
to God in heaven.
42We have transgressed and rebelled,
and you have not forgiven.
43You have wrapped yourself with anger
and pursued us,
killing without pity;
44you have wrapped yourself with a cloud
so that no prayer can pass through.
45You have made us filth and rubbish
among the peoples.
46All our enemies
have opened their mouths against us;
47panic and pitfall have come upon us,
devastation and destruction.
48My eyes flow with rivers of tears
because of the destruction of my people.
49My eyes will flow without ceasing,
without respite,
50until the Lord from heaven
looks down and sees.
51My eyes cause me grief
at the fate of all the young women in my city.
52Those who were my enemies without cause
have hunted me like a bird;
53they flung me alive into a pit
and hurled stones on me;
54water closed over my head;
I said, “I am lost.”
55I called on your name, O Lord,
from the depths of the pit;
56you heard my plea, “Do not close your ear
to my cry for help, but give me relief!”
57You came near when I called on you;
you said, “Do not fear!”
58You have taken up my cause, O Lord,
you have redeemed my life.
59You have seen the wrong done to me, O Lord;
judge my cause.
60You have seen all their malice,
all their plots against me.
4
How the gold has grown dim,
how the pure gold is changed!
The sacred stones lie scattered
at the head of every street.
2The precious children of Zion,
worth their weight in fine gold—
how they are reckoned as earthen pots,
the work of a potter's hands!
3Even the jackals offer the breast
and nurse their young,
but my people has become cruel,
like the ostriches in the wilderness.
4The tongue of the infant sticks
to the roof of its mouth for thirst;
the children beg for food,
but no one gives them anything.
5Those who feasted on delicacies
perish in the streets;
those who were brought up in purple
cling to ash heaps.
6For the chastisementa of my people has been greater
than the punishmentb of Sodom,
which was overthrown in a moment,
though no hand was laid on it.c
7Her princes were purer than snow,
whiter than milk;
their bodies were more ruddy than coral,
their hairc like sapphire.d
8Now their visage is blacker than soot;
they are not recognized in the streets.
Their skin has shriveled on their bones;
it has become as dry as wood.
9Happier were those pierced by the sword
than those pierced by hunger,
whose life drains away, deprived
of the produce of the field.
10The hands of compassionate women
have boiled their own children;
they became their food
in the destruction of my people.
11The Lord gave full vent to his wrath;
he poured out his hot anger,
and kindled a fire in Zion
that consumed its foundations.
12The kings of the earth did not
believe,
nor did any of the inhabitants of the world,
that foe or enemy could enter
the gates of Jerusalem.
13It was for the sins of her prophets
and the iniquities of her priests,
who shed the blood of the righteous
in the midst of her.
14Blindly they wandered through the streets,
so defiled with blood
that no one was able
to touch their garments.
15“Away! Unclean!” people shouted at them;
“Away! Away! Do not touch!”
So they became fugitives and wanderers;
it was said among the nations,
“They shall stay here no longer.”
16The Lord himself has scattered them,
he will regard them no more;
no honor was shown to the priests,
no favor to the elders.
17Our eyes failed, ever watching
vainly for help;
we were watching eagerly
for a nation that could not save.
18They dogged our steps
so that we could not walk in our streets;
our end drew near; our days were numbered;
for our end had come.
19Our pursuers were swifter
than the eagles in the heavens;
they chased us on the mountains,
they lay in wait for us in the wilderness.
20The Lord's anointed, the breath of our life,
was taken in their pits—
the one of whom we said, “Under his shadow
we shall live among the nations.”
21Rejoice and be glad, O daughter Edom,
you that live in the land of Uz;
but to you also the cup shall pass;
you shall become drunk and strip yourself bare.
22The punishment of your iniquity,
O daughter Zion, is accomplished,
he will keep you in exile no longer;
but your iniquity, O daughter Edom, he will punish,
he will uncover your sins.
5
Remember, O Lord, what has befallen us;
look, and see our disgrace!
2Our inheritance has been turned over to strangers,
our homes to aliens.
3We have become orphans, fatherless;
our mothers are like widows.
4We must pay for the water we drink;
the wood we get must be bought.
5With a yokea on our necks we are hard driven;
we are weary, we are given no rest.
6We have made a pact withb Egypt and Assyria,
to get enough bread.
7Our ancestors sinned; they are no more,
and we bear their iniquities.
8Slaves rule over us;
there is no one to deliver us from their hand.
9We get our bread at the peril of our lives,
because of the sword in the wilderness.
10Our skin is black as an oven
from the scorching heat of famine.
11Women are raped in Zion,
virgins in the towns of Judah.
12Princes are hung up by their hands;
no respect is shown to the elders.
13Young men are compelled to grind,
and boys stagger under loads of wood.
14The old men have left the city gate,
the young men their music.
15The joy of our hearts has ceased;
our dancing has been turned to mourning.
16The crown has fallen from our head;
woe to us, for we have sinned!
17Because of this our hearts are sick,
because of these things our eyes have grown dim:
18because of Mount Zion, which lies desolate;
jackals prowl over it.
19But you, O Lord, reign forever;
your throne endures to all generations.
20Why have you forgotten us completely?
Why have you forsaken us these many days?
21Restore us to yourself, O Lord, that we may be restored;
renew our days as of old—
22unless you have utterly rejected us,
and are angry with us beyond measure.