Ветхий Завет - Плач Иеремии, глава 1 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

How lonely sits the city, once crowded! He became like a widow; Great between nations, the prince above the areas has become a denanist.

Gorky crying at night, and his tears on his lines. He does not have a comforter from everyone who loved him; All friends changed him, became enemies to him.

Judas moved because of the disaster and grave slavery, settled among the pagans, and did not find peace; All pursuing him, overtake him in close places.

The paths of Zion are complained because there are no holidays; All the gate is empty; The priests sigh, the girls are sad, bitterly and himself.

His enemies were headed, his enemies are gracious, because the Lord enveloped Mount to him for many lawlessness of him; Children went to captivity ahead of the enemy.

And all its magnificence was moved away from the dressing of Zion; Princes of her as deer, not farming; Explaced they went ahead the charter.

I remembered Jerusalem, in the days of the disaster of his and the sufferings of his own, about all the jewels of their own, what the people were in her old days, while the people fell from the hands of the enemy, and no one helps him; Enemias look at him and laugh at his Saturdays.

True sinned Jerusalem, for the fact that was disgusting; Everyone, glorified him, look at him with contempt, because they saw his nudity; And he sighs himself and turns back.

He was impurity on Podol, but he did not think about his future, and therefore it was unusually humiliated, and he does not have a comforter. Review, Lord, my disaster, for the enemy exalted!

The enemy is her hand his hand on all the most precious him; He sees the pagans entering his sanctuary, about which you commanded that they would not enter your meeting.

All the people sighs him, looking for bread, gives their jewels for food to reinforce the soul. Review, Lord, and see how I am humiliated!

Yes, it will not be with you, all passing by! Take a look and see if there is a disease like my disease, which I have suffered, which Lord fluttering on me on the day of the flame anger?

Over he sent my fire in my bones, and he mastered them; I spread my network for my feet, tilted me, made me poor and languishing every day.

The yarm of my lawlessness is connected in his hand; They woven and rose to my neck; He loosened my strength. The Lord gave me in the hands of which I can not climb.

All the strong my Lord nodded among me, convened a meeting against me to destroy my young men; As in the sharpener, the Lord of the Lord of the Virgin, the daughter of Judah.

I pay for this; Oco my, Oco my water pours, for far from me a comforter that would live my soul; My children are broken, because the enemy is overcaming.

Zion extends his hands, but the comforter does not have him. The Lord gave the command about Jacob enemies to surround him; Jerusalem has become illness among them.

The Lord is righteous, for I was uncomfortable to the word of him. Listen, all nations, and take a look at my illness: My and my young men went to captivity.

Call friends my, but they deceived me; My priests and my elders are overharaged in the city, looking for food to reinforce your soul.

Review, Lord, for me closely, I worry in me the inside, my heart turned over in me for stubbornly opposed you; I dwells my sword, and at home as death.

I heard that I was a wall, and I do not have a comforter; I heard all the enemies of my distress my disaster and were delighted that you had done it: oh, if you had commanded to come to you, predicted to you, and they would become like me!

Yes, your entire malice will appear; And do it with them the same way you did with me for all my sins, because my tramples are my moans, and my heart is exhausted.