Lamentaciones 2:12

Lámed

12 «¿Dónde hay pan y vino?»,preguntan a sus madresmientras caen por las callescomo heridos de muerte,mientras en los brazos maternosexhalan el último suspiro.

Lamentaciones 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.

Lamentaciones 2:12 In-Context

10 En la bella Sión los ancianosse sientan silenciosos en el suelo;se echan ceniza sobre la cabezay se visten de luto.Postradas yacen en el suelolas jóvenes de Jerusalén.
11 El llanto me consume los ojos;siento una profunda agonía.Estoy con el ánimo por los suelosporque mi pueblo ha sido destruido.Niños e infantes desfallecenpor las calles de la ciudad.
12 «¿Dónde hay pan y vino?»,preguntan a sus madresmientras caen por las callescomo heridos de muerte,mientras en los brazos maternosexhalan el último suspiro.
13 ¿Qué puedo decir de ti, bella Jerusalén?¿A qué te puedo comparar?¿Qué ejemplo darte como consuelo,virginal ciudad de Sión?Profundas como el mar son tus heridas.¿Quién podría devolverte la salud?
14 Tus profetas te anunciaronvisiones falsas y engañosas.No denunciaron tu maldad;no evitaron tu cautiverio.Los mensajes que te anunciabaneran falsas patrañas.
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