If my head were a flowing spring,
my eyes a fountain of tears,
I would weep day and night(A)
over the slain of my dear[a] people.
If only I had a traveler’s lodging place
in the wilderness,(B)
I would abandon my people
and depart from them,
for they are all adulterers,(C)
a solemn assembly of treacherous people.(D)

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Footnotes

  1. 9:1 Lit slain among the daughter of my

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