1:9 Whatever
Distress
3:19 Your destruction is like an incurable wound;
your demise is like a fatal injury!
All who hear what has happened to you
for no one ever escaped your endless cruelty!
1:3 The Lord is slow to anger
the Lord will certainly not
He marches out
dark storm clouds billow like dust
3:17 Your courtiers
your officials
They encamp in the walls on a cold day,
yet when the sun rises, they
and no one knows where they
1:12 This is what the Lord says:
“Even though
and what is more,
nevertheless,
Although I afflicted you,
I will afflict you no more.
3:1 Woe to the city guilty of bloodshed!
She is full of lies;
she is filled with plunder;
she has hoarded her spoil!