9 Her filthiness clung to her skirts;

she did not consider her future.

Her fall was astounding;

there was none to comfort her.

“Look, Lord, on my affliction,

for the enemy has triumphed.”

9 Her uncleanness was in her skirts;

she took no thought of her future;

therefore her fall is terrible;

she has no comforter.

“O Lord, behold my affliction,

for the enemy has triumphed!”

9 Her filthiness is in her skirts; she remembereth not her last end;

Therefore she came down wonderfully: she had no comforter.

O Lord, behold my affliction: for the enemy hath magnified himself.

9 She defiled herself with immorality

and gave no thought to her future.

Now she lies in the gutter

with no one to lift her out.

“Lord, see my misery,” she cries.

“The enemy has triumphed.”

9 Her uncleanness is in her skirts;

She did not consider her destiny;

Therefore her collapse was awesome;

She had no comforter.

“O Lord, behold my affliction,

For the enemy is exalted!”

9 She made herself dirty by her sins

and did not think about what would happen to her.

Her defeat was surprising,

and no one could comfort her.

She says, “Lord, see how I suffer,

because the enemy has won.”

9 Her filthiness was in her skirts; she remembered not her latter end;

Therefore is she come down wonderfully; she hath no comforter:

Behold, O Jehovah, my affliction; for the enemy hath magnified himself.

9 Her impurity was in her skirts, she remembered not her latter end; and she came down wonderfully: she hath no comforter. Jehovah, behold my affliction; for the enemy hath magnified himself.

9 Jerusalem’s own filth ⸤covers⸥ its clothes. 

It gave no thought to its future. 

Its downfall was shocking. 

No one offers it comfort. 

‘O Lord, look at my suffering, 

because my enemies have triumphed.’ 

9 Her uncleanness stains her skirts.

She never considered her end.

Her downfall was astonishing;

there was no one to comfort her.

Lord, look on my affliction,

for the enemy triumphs!

9 Her uncleanness was in her skirts;

she took no thought of her future;

her downfall was appalling,

with none to comfort her.

“O Lord, look at my affliction,

for the enemy has triumphed!”

9 Her uncleanness was in her skirts;

she did not remember her future,

she has descended beyond understanding,

there is no comforter for her.

See, O Yahweh, my persecution!

My enemy has been made great!

9 Her skirts are dirty.

She didn’t think about how things might turn out.

Her fall from power amazed everyone.

And no one was there to comfort her.

She said, “Lord, please pay attention to how much I’m suffering.

My enemies have won the battle over me.”