Lamentations 2:12

12 Ils disaient à leurs mères: Où y a-t-il du blé et du vin? Et ils tombaient comme des blessés dans les rues de la ville, Ils rendaient l'âme sur le sein de leurs mères.

Lamentations 2:12 Meaning and Commentary

Lamentations 2:12

They say to their mothers, where [is] corn and wine?
&c.] Not the sucklings who could not speak, nor were used to corn and wine, but the children more grown; both are before spoken of, but these are meant, even the young men of Israel, as the Targum; and such as had been brought up in the best manner, had been used to wine, and not water, and therefore ask for that as well as corn; both take in all the necessaries of life; and which they ask of their mothers, who had been used to feed them, and were most tender of them; but now not seeing and having their usual provisions, and not knowing what was the reason of it, inquire after them, being pressed with hunger: when they swooned as the wounded in the streets of the city;
having no food given them, though they asked for it time after time, they fainted away, and died a lingering death; as wounded persons do who are not killed at once, which is the more distressing: when their soul was poured out into their mothers' bosom;
meaning not the desires of their souls for food, expressed in moving and melting language as they sat in their mothers' laps, and lay in their bosoms; which must be piercing unto them, if no more was designed; but their souls or lives themselves, which they gave up through famine, as the Targum; expiring in their mothers' arms.

Lamentations 2:12 In-Context

10 Les anciens de la fille de Sion sont assis à terre, ils sont muets; Ils ont couvert leur tête de poussière, Ils se sont revêtus de sacs; Les vierges de Jérusalem laissent retomber leur tête vers la terre.
11 Mes yeux se consument dans les larmes, mes entrailles bouillonnent, Ma bile se répand sur la terre, A cause du désastre de la fille de mon peuple, Des enfants et des nourrissons en défaillance dans les rues de la ville.
12 Ils disaient à leurs mères: Où y a-t-il du blé et du vin? Et ils tombaient comme des blessés dans les rues de la ville, Ils rendaient l'âme sur le sein de leurs mères.
13 Que dois-je te dire? à quoi te comparer, fille de Jérusalem? Qui trouver de semblable à toi, et quelle consolation te donner, Vierge, fille de Sion? Car ta plaie est grande comme la mer: qui pourra te guérir?
14 Tes prophètes ont eu pour toi des visions vaines et fausses; Ils n'ont pas mis à nu ton iniquité, Afin de détourner de toi la captivité; Ils t'ont donné des oracles mensongers et trompeurs.
The Louis Segond 1910 is in the public domain.