Lamentations 2:15

15 Tous les passants battent des mains sur toi, Ils sifflent, ils secouent la tête contre la fille de Jérusalem: Est-ce là cette ville qu'on appelait une beauté parfaite, La joie de toute la terre?

Lamentations 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.

Lamentations 2:15 In-Context

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.
15 Tous les passants battent des mains sur toi, Ils sifflent, ils secouent la tête contre la fille de Jérusalem: Est-ce là cette ville qu'on appelait une beauté parfaite, La joie de toute la terre?
16 Tous tes ennemis ouvrent la bouche contre toi, Ils sifflent, ils grincent des dents, Ils disent: Nous l'avons engloutie! C'est bien le jour que nous attendions, nous l'avons atteint, nous le voyons!
17 L'Eternel a exécuté ce qu'il avait résolu, Il a accompli la parole qu'il avait dès longtemps arrêtée, Il a détruit sans pitié; Il a fait de toi la joie de l'ennemi, Il a relevé la force de tes oppresseurs.
The Louis Segond 1910 is in the public domain.