Ephraem the Syrian
My sons were lost to destruction like the fruits of the wilderness, meaning that those who were uprooted and wearied in their bondage turned into wild figs, even though prior to their captivity they resembled sturdy cedars.
Ain. Therefore do I weep, and my eyes run down with water: because the comforter, the relief of my soul, is far from me: my children are desolate because the enemy hath prevailed.
עַל־אֵ֣לֶּה ׀ אֲנִ֣י בוֹכִיָּ֗ה עֵינִ֤י ׀ עֵינִי֙ יֹ֣רְדָה מַּ֔יִם כִּֽי־רָחַ֥ק מִמֶּ֛נִּי מְנַחֵ֖ם מֵשִׁ֣יב נַפְשִׁ֑י הָי֤וּ בָנַי֙ שֽׁוֹמֵמִ֔ים כִּ֥י גָבַ֖ר אוֹיֵֽב׃
2 Church Fathers comment on this verse
My sons were lost to destruction like the fruits of the wilderness, meaning that those who were uprooted and wearied in their bondage turned into wild figs, even though prior to their captivity they resembled sturdy cedars.
My eyes have streamed with tears, because the One who brings me solace has gone from my side. To clarify the identity of this comforter, the prophet further states, "He that restoreth my soul." This is why He imposed discipline, aiming to heal the spirit. The prophet also mourns the devastation of the children and the dominance of the adversaries. He depicts the visible sorrow of the grieving city.
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