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Woe to you, O Moab!
You are undone, O people of Chemosh!
He has made his sons fugitives,
and his daughters captives,
to an Amorite king, Sihon.
the Philistines were afraid; for they said, Gods have* come into the camp. They also said, Woe to us! For nothing like this has happened before.
Woe to us! Who can deliver us from the power of these mighty gods? These are the gods who struck the Egyptians with every sort of plague in the wilderness.
If I am wicked, woe to me!
If I am righteous, I cannot lift up my head,
for I am filled with disgrace
and look upon my affliction.
Woe is me, that I am an alien in Meshech,
that I must live among the tents of Kedar.
Who has woe? Who has sorrow?
Who has strife? Who has complaining?
Who has wounds without cause?
Who has redness of eyes?
For if they fall, one will lift up the other; but woe to one who is alone and falls and does not have another to help.
The look on their faces bears witness against them;
they proclaim their sin like Sodom,
they do not hide it.
Woe to them!
For they have brought evil on themselves.
Woe to the guilty! How unfortunate they are,
for what their hands have done shall be done to them.
And I said: Woe is me! I am lost, for I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips; yet my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts!
From the ends of the earth we hear songs of praise,
of glory to the Righteous One.
But I say, I pine away,
I pine away. Woe is me!
For the treacherous deal treacherously,
the treacherous deal very treacherously.
I form light and create darkness,
I make weal and create woe;
I the Lord do all these things.
Woe to you who strive with your Maker,
earthen vessels with the potter!*
Does the clay say to the one who fashions it, What are you making?
or Your work has no handles?
Woe to anyone who says to a father, What are you begetting?
or to a woman, With what are you in labour?
Look! He comes up like clouds,
his chariots like the whirlwind;
his horses are swifter than eagles
woe to us, for we are ruined!
For I heard a cry as of a woman in labour,
anguish as of one bringing forth her first child,
the cry of daughter Zion gasping for breath,
stretching out her hands,
Woe is me! I am fainting before killers!
Prepare war against her;
up, and let us attack at noon!
Woe to us, for the day declines,
the shadows of evening lengthen!
Woe is me because of my hurt!
My wound is severe.
But I said, Truly this is my punishment,
and I must bear it.
I have seen your abominations,
your adulteries and neighings, your shameless prostitutions
on the hills of the countryside.
Woe to you, O Jerusalem!
How long will it be
before you are made clean?
Woe is me, my mother, that you ever bore me, a man of strife and contention to the whole land! I have not lent, nor have I borrowed, yet all of them curse me.
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30 June 2021