Lamentaciones 2:15

15 Todos los que pasan por tu camino te abuchean.
Insultan a la bella Jerusalén
y se burlan de ella diciendo:
«¿Es esta la ciudad llamada “La más bella del mundo”
y “La alegría de la tierra”?».

Lamentaciones 2:15 Meaning and Commentary

Lamentations 2:15

All that pass by clap [their] hands at thee
Travellers that passed by, and saw Jerusalem in ruins, clapped their hands at it, by way of rejoicing, as well pleased at the sight. This must be understood, not of the inhabitants of the land, but of strangers, who had no good will to it; though they seem to be distinguished from their implacable enemies in ( Lamentations 2:16 ) : they hiss and wag their head at the daughter of Jerusalem;
by way of scorn and derision; hereby expressing their contempt of her, and the pleasure and satisfaction they took in seeing her in this condition: [saying, is] this the city that [men] call the perfection of beauty,
the joy of the whole earth?
a complete city, a most beautiful one for its situation; for its fortifications by nature and art; for its spacious buildings, palaces, and towers; and especially for the magnificent temple in it, and the residence of the God of heaven there, and that pompous worship of him there performed; on account of all which, and the abundant blessings of goodness bestowed upon the inhabitants, they had reason to rejoice more than all the men of the world besides; as well as they contributed many ways to the good and happiness of all nations; this is what had been said by themselves, ( Psalms 48:2 ) ( 50:2 ) ; and had even been owned by others; by the forefathers of those very persons that now insult over it. So the Targum,

``is this the city which our fathers that were of old said? &c.''
nor do they by these words deny, but rather own, that it had been what was said of it; but now the case was otherwise; instead of being a perfect beauty, it was a perfect heap of rubbish; instead of being the joy of the whole earth, it was the offscouring of all things.

Lamentaciones 2:15 In-Context

13 ¿Qué puedo decir de ti?
¿Quién ha visto alguna vez semejante dolor?
Oh hija de Jerusalén,
¿con qué puedo comparar tu angustia?
Oh virgen hija de Sión,
¿cómo puedo consolarte?
Pues tu herida es tan profunda como el mar.
¿Quién puede sanarte?
14 Tus profetas han declarado
tantas tonterías; son falsas hasta la médula.
No te salvaron del destierro
exponiendo a la luz tus pecados.
Más bien, te pintaron cuadros engañosos
y te llenaron de falsas esperanzas.
15 Todos los que pasan por tu camino te abuchean.
Insultan a la bella Jerusalén
y se burlan de ella diciendo:
«¿Es esta la ciudad llamada “La más bella del mundo”
y “La alegría de la tierra”?».
16 Todos tus enemigos se burlan de ti;
se mofan, gruñen y dicen:
«¡Por fin la hemos destruido!
¡Hace mucho que esperábamos este día,
y por fin llegó!».
17 Sin embargo, es el Señor
quien hizo exactamente lo que se había propuesto;
cumplió las promesas de calamidad
que hizo hace mucho tiempo.
Destruyó a Jerusalén sin misericordia;
hizo que sus enemigos se regodearan de ella
y sobre ella les dio poder.
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