If my head were a flowing spring, my eyes a fountain of tears, I would weep day and night over the slain of my dear people.

但愿我的头为水，我的眼为泪的泉源，我好为我百姓中被杀的人昼夜哭泣。

但愿我的头为水，我的眼为泪水的泉源，我好为我百姓中被杀的人昼夜哭泣。

但愿我的头为水，我的眼为泪水的泉源，我好为我百姓中被杀的人昼夜哭泣。

真希望我的头是水泉，眼是泪泉，好为我被杀的同胞昼夜哭泣；

但愿我的头是水井，我的眼是泪的泉源；我好为我同胞（“同胞”原文作“人民的女子”）中被杀的，昼夜哭泣。（本节在《马索拉文本》为8:23）

但願我的頭為水，我的眼為淚的泉源，我好為我百姓中被殺的人晝夜哭泣。

但願我的頭為水，我的眼為淚水的泉源，我好為我百姓中被殺的人晝夜哭泣。

但願我的頭為水，我的眼為淚水的泉源，我好為我百姓中被殺的人晝夜哭泣。

真希望我的頭是水泉，眼是淚泉，好為我被殺的同胞晝夜哭泣；

但願我的頭是水井，我的眼是淚的泉源；我好為我同胞（“同胞”原文作“人民的女子”）中被殺的，晝夜哭泣。（本節在《馬索拉文本》為8:23）

哦，願我的頭為水，願我的眼為眼淚之泉源，我好為我子民中被刺死的人晝夜哭泣。

願我首為水泉、我目為淚源、則可為我被戮之民女、旦夕哭泣、

願我首為淵、我目為泉、淚出不止、斯民被戮、我為哭泣、無間晝夜。

願我首為水、我目為淚之源、則我為我民中被戮者、晝夜哭泣不止、

Oh, that my head were a spring of water and my eyes a fountain of tears! I would weep day and night for the slain of my people.

I wish my head were a spring of water! I wish my eyes were a fountain of tears! I would weep day and night for my people who have been killed.

Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

If only my head were a pool of water and my eyes a fountain of tears, I would weep day and night for all my people who have been slaughtered.

Oh, that my head were waters And my eyes a fountain of tears, That I might weep day and night For those slain of the daughter of my people!

Oh, that my head were waters, And my eyes a fountain of tears, That I might weep day and night For the slain of the daughter of my people!

Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

If my head were a spring of water, my eyes a fountain of tears, I would weep day and night over the slain of my dear people.

Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

( 8: 23) I wish that my head were a well full of water and my eyes were a fountain full of tears! If they were, I could cry day and night for those of my dear people who have been killed.

Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a spring of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

But if you will not listen, my innermost being will weep in secret because of your pride. My eyes will overflow with tears, for the LORD’s flock has been taken captive.

Therefore I said,“ Look away from me! Let me weep bitterly! Do not try to comfort me about the destruction of my dear people.”

My dear people, dress yourselves in sackcloth and roll in the dust. Mourn as you would for an only son, a bitter lament, for suddenly the destroyer will come on us.

My eyes are worn out from weeping; I am churning within. My heart is poured out in grief because of the destruction of my dear people, because infants and nursing babies faint in the streets of the city.

My eyes pour out streams of tears because people do not follow your instruction.

I am broken by the brokenness of my dear people. I mourn; horror has taken hold of me.Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? So why has the healing of my dear people not come about?

So I join with Jazer to weep for the vines of Sibmah; I drench Heshbon and Elealeh with my tears. Triumphant shouts have fallen silent over your summer fruit and your harvest.

“ But you, son of man, groan! Groan bitterly with a broken heart right before their eyes.And when they ask you,‘ Why are you groaning?’ then say,‘ Because of the news that is coming. Every heart will melt, and every hand will become weak. Every spirit will be discouraged, and all knees will run with urine. Yes, it is coming and it will happen. This is the declaration of the Lord GOD.’”

You are to speak this word to them: Let my eyes overflow with tears; day and night may they not stop, for my dearest people have been destroyed by a crushing blow, an extremely severe wound.

My tears have been my food day and night, while all day long people say to me,“ Where is your God?”

The hearts of the people cry out to the Lord. Wall of Daughter Zion, let your tears run down like a river day and night. Give yourself no relief and your eyes no rest.Arise, cry out in the night from the first watch of the night. Pour out your heart like water before the Lord’s presence. Lift up your hands to him for the lives of your children who are fainting from hunger at the head of every street.

My eyes flow with streams of tears because of the destruction of my dear people.My eyes overflow unceasingly, without end,

My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in agony! Oh, the pain in my heart! My heart pounds; I cannot be silent. For you, my soul, have heard the sound of the ram’s horn— the shout of battle.