<p class="poetry">my face is reddened<n id="1" /> because of weeping,<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">and on my eyelids there is a deep darkness,<n id="3" />p>

<p class="poetry">when its waves<n id="1" /> crash<n id="2" /> and foam,p> <p class="poetry">and the mountains shake<n id="3" /> before the surging sea.<n id="4" /> (Selah)p>

<p class="poetry">For the <sc>Lordsc> holds in his hand a cup fullp> <p class="poetry">of foaming wine mixed with spices,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">and pours it out.<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">Surely all the wicked of the earthp> <p class="poetry">will slurp it up and drink it to its very last drop.&#8221;<n id="3" />p>

<p class="lamhebrew">&#1512; (<i>Reshi>)p> <p class="poetry">Look, O <sc>Lordsc>! I am distressed;<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">my stomach is in knots!<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">My heart is pounding<n id="3" /> inside me.p> <p class="poetry">Yes, I was terribly rebellious!<n id="4" />p> <p class="poetry">Out in the street the sword bereaves a mother of her children;<n id="5" />p> <p class="poetry">Inside the house death is present.<n id="6" />p>

<p class="lamhebrew">&#1499; (<i>Kafi>)p> <p class="poetry">My eyes are worn out<n id="1" /> from weeping;<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">my stomach is in knots.<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">My heart<n id="4" /> is poured out on the groundp> <p class="poetry">due to the destruction<n id="5" /> of my helpless people;<n id="6" />p> <p class="poetry">children and infants faintp> <p class="poetry">in the town squares.p>

But when she was no longer able to hide him, she took a papyrus basket<n id="1" /> for him and sealed it with bitumen and pitch. She put the child in it and set it among the reeds along the edge of the Nile.<n id="2" />