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Aug. 13, 2024 - The Adam King Show
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The Book of Lamentations by Jeremiah for the 9th of Av
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And to me, it's been a lot of fun being with you.
You're an amazing guy.
You've done an incredible job and a great inspiration to people.
A great inspiration.
And I hope you keep going and just continue to do well.
And we're going to have a big election coming up.
And I think November 5th will be the most important day in the history of our country.
I think that election will be the most important election.
And I think it'll end up being maybe the most important day in the history of our country, because If we don't win, I just feel so sorry for everybody.
No, I think we're at a fork in the road of destiny of civilization.
And I think we need to take the right path.
And I think you're the right path.
So I think that's what it comes down to.
Thank you very much, Elon.
It's a great honor.
And we'll do it again sometime.
And it's been really fun.
And I hope you got a lot of viewers.
I hear you got a lot.
But I hope you got a lot.
I know you got a lot of them.
So I appreciate it.
I'll see you soon.
All right.
Sounds good.
Thank you.
Thank you, Elon.
Thank you very much.
Thank you. Bye.
Wow, everybody. That was crazy. Unbelievable.
Geez Louise, man. That was some next level stuff. Wow.
That was probably the best interview I've ever seen in my life.
And it ended right now as we are going into Tisha B'Av.
It ended.
And now we are in the fast of Tisha B'Av.
As of now.
You know, I performed the rites and the rituals and was thinking, how do I conclude such an event like this?
Literally going into Tisha B'Av.
The sun just set.
It is now the fast set at 742.
Right now it's 748.
right now it's 748. So I was like, what could we possibly do to conclude such an
amazing legendary interview such as this? The only thing I can think of is to read
Eicha, the book of Lamentations.
Because this is where we are right now.
This is what humanity's struggle is.
This is the redemption moment, folks.
This is our redemption moment.
This is where we put it together.
This is where we save the day.
This is where we all show up, have those difficult conversations with people who don't want to hear your political opinions.
Let them know what you heard today.
And I say to President Trump, at real Donald Trump, I just want to say at, I want to call
them by their names now.
I want to say to at real Donald Trump and to at Elon Musk that thank you.
Thank you for that.
Thank you for that eye-opening, unbelievable interview.
And truly, truly one of a kind.
This could be the entire Campaign for the rest of the campaign.
Elon Musk and Donald Trump once a day, once a week.
But the truth is it should be every day because we should all show up every single day.
Humanity's at risk, folks.
We are at risk.
The entire collective of humanity is at risk.
That's why we're going to read Eicha.
The Book of Lamentations.
And we're gonna all retire after this to our domiciles.
We're gonna pray.
Absolutely pray for the peace of the world.
For the peace of Jerusalem.
For the Holy Temple to come speedily in our days.
The Holy Temple.
Wow.
What a blessing.
The Holy Temple.
And this could be our reality if we choose.
Life is about choices.
What do you do with the choice you have now?
Are you going to choose to rise?
Kumbaya!
The word Kumbaya.
It means rise inside of God.
Kumbaya!
Rise in God!
Are you gonna rise in God?
The God Spirit?
Defend our homeland?
Defend our way of life?
to friend freedom and justice and liberty for all?
That's what it's about.
Now is the time.
And that's why I say at real Donald Trump and at real Elon Musk.
That'd be funny.
It's so funny all the people that became at reals.
There was at real so-and-so, at real so-and-so, at real so-and-so.
Yo, I'm like Trump.
I'm at real so-and-so.
But for real, Trump is at real Donald Trump.
He is the at real so-and-so.
Donald Trump is the at real so-and-so.
Hands down.
But as we continue, joking aside, we're on the precipice of a global conflict between Iran and the West, with Israel on the front lines, radical Islamic jihad spread across Europe, Led by the Muslim Brotherhood.
Backed by Iran.
At the nape of Europe.
It's all Iran, folks!
Iran is so influential throughout Europe.
And at the fulcrum sits Israel.
Blocking the global caliphate.
And we are going to have a redemption, folks.
We are going to have a redemption.
The good God above is going to will it so.
And we are going to read Lamentations.
And us too are going to learn.
I said in my first comments about the interview that I was learning from these two men because I felt it.
I felt the power of learning.
It's unbelievable.
The experience and the depth of being of these two individuals.
Oh, my God.
I mean, wow.
These two men know a lot of things.
As is customary in Judaism, we read the Book of Lamentations twice.
And so I am going to read it, but I am going to read it in English for all of you so that we can learn it together and understand the Word of God.
Let's read this precursor first.
Jeremiah was a young prophet to whom God assigned a heartbreaking task.
He was to tell Israel over and over again that destruction and exile were impending.
Warnings of destruction Warnings of destruction and pleas for repentance.
These were Jeremiah's message, but to no avail.
Prophets of doom are not popular, and no one was more unpopular than Jeremiah.
His written prophecies were burned, he was accused as a false prophet and a charlatan, and finally he was thrown into a dungeon.
Someone else might have become consumed with the hatred for the people that spurned and humiliated him.
But not Jeremiah.
Wow.
At the orders of King Nebuchadnezzar, the conquering Babylonian general, Nebuchadnezzar, released Jeremiah and treated him graciously.
But he was not comforted by his vindication or his freedom.
Jeremiah sought his suffering brothers.
He found their bloody footprints and weepingly knelt to kiss the blood-stained ground.
When he caught up with their famished, brutalized ranks, he embraced and kissed them.
He tried to put his own head into their heavy, abrasive chains, but Nebuchadnezzar forced
him away.
Nebuchadnezzar forced him away.
The general of Nebuchadnezzar.
The conquering Babylonian general, Nebuzaradan, he's the one who released Yirmiyahu, Jeremiah.
And he tried to put his head in the chains of the Jews, and Nebuzaradan forced him away that he can't do that.
It was like he was exempt.
God couldn't spare shackling Jeremiah.
To his brethren he cried out, if only you had wept once in remorse over your sins, when you were still in Zion, you would not have been exiled.
Crazy.
If only you would have wept once over your sins.
If only you would have wept once in remorse over your sins.
If you would have wept once when you were still in Zion, you would have not been exiled.
Alas, they had not wept, but he did before, during, and after his personal and national ordeals.
The Book of Lamentations is Jeremiah's personal elegy, his lamenting of his people, his lament for his people, and it alludes to Jewish woe throughout history.
The book is read on Tisha B'Av, which we have just dawned at this very moment.
The ninth day of the Hebrew month of Av.
The quintessential day of Jewish tragedy.
It was the day when the Jews in the wilderness believed in the libel of the spies.
And that generation lost its chance to enter the land of Israel.
Among other national calamities, both temples were destroyed on Tisha B'Av.
Nor was the catalog of woe limited to ancient times.
During the times of the Spanish Inquisition, Tish'a b'Av, 1492, was the deadline for the Jews to leave the country or face death.
And in 1914, Tish'a b'Av was the day when World War I was declared, thus ushering in the political and economic collapse that resulted in the Bolshevik Revolution and the Holocaust.
The sages teach that the Messiah will be born on Tisha B'Av, meaning that a proper understanding of and reflection upon the cause of destruction reveal that contained within it are the seeds of redemption.
We do not forget our tragedies.
Rather, we retain our optimism.
Because, quote, had I not fallen, I could not have arisen.
Had I not sat in the darkness, God would not have been a light for me.
End quote.
Midrash Tehillim, Chapter 22.
The book of Lamentations, my friends, was written by Jeremiah the prophet.
And now we will begin.
Alas, she sits in solitude.
The city that was great with people has become like a widow.
The greatest among nations, the princess among provinces, has become a tributary.
She weeps bitterly in the night, and her tear is on her cheek.
She has no comforter from all of her paramours.
All of her friends have betrayed her.
They have become her enemies.
Judah has gone into exile because of suffering and great servitude.
She dwelled among the nations, but found no rest.
All her pursuers overtook her in dire straits.
The roads of Zion are mourning for lack of festival pilgrims.
All her gates are desolate.
Her priests sigh.
Her maidens are afflicted and she herself is embittered.
Her adversaries have become her master.
Her enemies are at ease.
For Hashem has afflicted her for her abundant transgressions.
Her young children have gone into captivity before the enemy.
Gone from the daughter of Zion is all her splendor.
Her leaders were like hearts that found no pastor.
They walked on without strength before the pursuer.
Her leaders were like hearts that found no pastor.
They walk on without strength before the pursuer.
Hm.
Hashem Yirachem.
Jerusalem recalled the days of her suffering and sorrow, all the treasures that were hers in the days of old, with the fall of her people into the enemy's hand.
And none to help her.
Her enemies saw her and gloated at her downfall.
Jerusalem sinned greatly.
She has therefore become a wanderer.
All who once respected her disparage her, for they have seen her disgrace.
She herself sighs and turns away.
Her impurity is on her hems.
She was heedless of her end.
She has descended astonishingly.
There is no one to comfort her.
See, O Hashem, my suffering, for the enemy has acted prodigiously.
The enemy spread out his hands on all her treasures.
Indeed, she saw nations invade her sanctuary.
Nations about whom you had commanded that they should not enter your congregation.
All her people are sighing, searching for bread.
They traded with their enemies for food to restore the soul.
See, O HaShem, and behold what a glutton I have become.
May it not befall you, all who pass by this road.
Behold and see, if there is any pain like my pain, which befell me, which Hashem has afflicted me on the day of His burning wrath.
From on high he sent a fire into my bones, and it overcame them.
He spread a net from my feet.
He hurled me backwards.
He made me desolate, sick throughout the day.
The burden of my transgressions was accumulated in his hand.
They were knit together and thrust upon my neck.
He sapped my strength.
The Lord has delivered me into the hands of those I cannot withstand.
The Lord has trampled all my heroes in my midst.
He proclaimed a set time against me to crush my young men.
As in a winepress, the Lord has trodden the maiden daughter of Judah.
Over these do I weep.
My eye continuously runs with water because of a comforter to restore my soul is far from me.
My children have become forlorn because the enemy has prevailed.
Zion spreads out her hands.
There is none to comfort her.
Hashem commanded against Jacob that his enemies should surround him.
Jerusalem has become as one unclean in their midst.
Hashem is righteous, for I disobeyed his utterance.
Listen now, all you people, and come see my pain.
Listen now, all you people, and see my pain.
My maidens and my youths have gone into captivity.
I called for my paramours, but they deceived me.
My priests and my elders perished in the city as they sought food for themselves to restore their souls.
See, Hashem, for I am in distress.
My innards burn.
My heart is turned over inside of me, for I rebelled grievously.
Outside the sword bereaved, inside was death-like.
They heard how I sighed.
There was none to comfort me.
All my enemies heard of my plight and rejoiced, for it was you who did it.
Oh, bring on the day you proclaimed and let them be like me.
Let all their wickedness come before you and inflict them as you inflicted me for all my transgressions.
For my groans are many and my heart is sick.
Echa, alas.
Thanks.
The Lord in His anger has clouded the daughter of Zion.
He cast down from heaven to earth the glory of Israel.
He did not remember His footstool on the day of His wrath.
The Lord consumed without pity all the dwellings of Jacob.
In his anger, he razed the fortresses of the daughter of Judah down to the ground.
He profaned the kingdom and its leaders.
He cut down in burning anger all the dignity of Israel.
He drew back his right hand in the presence of the enemy.
He burned through Jacob like a flaming fire, consuming on all sides.
He bent his bow like an enemy, his right hand poised like a foe.
He slew all those who were pleasant to the eye.
In the tent of the daughter of Zion, he poured out his wrath like fire.
The Lord became like an enemy.
He consumed Israel.
He consumed all her citadels.
He destroyed its fortresses.
He increased within the daughter of Judah agony and grief.
He stripped his booth like a garden.
He destroyed his place of assembly.
He destroyed his place of assembly.
of assembly.
Hashem made Zion oblivious of festivals and Shabbats.
And in his fierce anger, he spurned the king and the Kohen.
The Lord rejected his altar, abolished his sanctuary.
He handed over the hand of the enemy the walls of her citadels.
They raised a clamor in the Temple of Hashem as though it were a festival.
Hashem resolved to destroy the wall of the Daughter of Zion.
He stretched out the line and did not draw back His hand from consuming.
Indeed, He made a rampart and wall mourn.
He made Rampart and Wall mourn.
And together they languished.
Her gates have sunk into the earth.
He has destroyed and broken her bars.
Her king and her officers are among the nations.
There is no Torah.
Her prophets, too, find no vision from Hashem.
They sit on the ground, and they are not able to see.
They sit on the ground.
They are silent.
The elders of the daughters of Zion.
They have strewn ashes on their heads, have girdled themselves in sackcloth, The maidens of Jerusalem have bowed their heads to the ground.
My eyes fail with tears.
My innards burn.
My liver spills on the ground at the ruination of the daughter of my people, while babes and sucklings swoon in the streets of the city.
They say to their mothers, Where is grain and wine?
And they swoon like a dying man in the streets of the town as their soul ebbs away in their mother's laps.
With what shall I bear witness for you?
To what can I compare you, O daughter of Jerusalem?
To what can I liken you that I may comfort you, O maiden daughter of Zion?
Your ruin is as vast as the sea.
Who can heal you?
Your prophets envisioned for you vanity and foolishness, and they did not expose your iniquity to bring you back in repentance.
They envisioned for you oracles of vanity and deception.
All who pass along the way clap hands at you.
They whistle and wag their heads at the daughters of Jerusalem.
Could this be the city that was called perfect in beauty?
Joy of all the earth?
All your enemies open their mouths wide at you.
They whistle and gnash their teeth.
They say, we have devoured her.
Indeed, this is the day we longed for.
We have found it.
We have seen it.
Hashem has done what He has planned.
He carried out His decree.
Which he ordained from the days of old.
He devastated.
He did not pity.
He let the enemy rejoice over you.
He raised the pride of your foes.
Their heart cried out to the Lord, O wall of the daughter of Zion.
Shed tears like a river, day and night.
Give yourself no respite.
Do not let the apple of your eye be still.
Arise, cry out at night in the beginning of the watches.
Pour out your heart like water in the presence of the Lord.
Lift up your hands to Him for the life of your young children who swoon from hunger at every street corner.
See, O HaShem, and behold whom you have treated so.
Should women eat their own offspring?
The babes of their care?
Should Cohen and Prophet be slain in the sanctuary of the Lord?
Out on the ground, in the streets they lie, young and old.
My maidens and my young men have fallen by the sword.
You slew them on the day of your wrath.
You slaughtered them.
You showed no mercy.
You invited, as on a festival time, my evil neighbors round about, so that at the day of Hashem's wrath there was no survivor or escapee.
Those I cherished and brought up, my enemies has wiped out.
I am the man who has seen affliction by the rod of his anger.
He has led me and driven me into darkness and not light.
Only against me did he turn his hand all day long.
He has worn away my flesh and skin.
He has broken my bones.
He has besieged me and encircled me with bitterness and travail.
He has placed me in darkness like the eternally dead.
He has walled me in so that I cannot escape.
He has weighed down my chain.
Though I would cry out and plead, he shut out my prayer.
He walled up my roads with hewn stone.
He distorted my paths.
He is a lurking bear to me.
A lion in hiding.
He has strewn my paths with thorns and made me tread carefully.
He made me desolate.
He bent his bow and set me up as a target for the arrow.
He shot into my vitals the arrow of his quiver.
I have become a laughingstock to all my people.
Object of their jibes all day long.
He filled me with bitterness, sated me with wormwood.
He ground my teeth on gravel.
He made me cower in ashes.
My soul despaired of having peace.
I have forgotten goodness and I said, Lost is my strength and my expectation from Hashem.
Remember my afflictions and my sorrow, the wormwood and the bitterness.
My soul remembers well and makes me despondent.
Yet this I bear in mind.
Therefore, I still hope.
Hashem's kindness surely has not ended.
it.
We'll see you next time.
Nor are His mercies exhausted.
They are new every morning.
Great is your faithfulness.
Hashem is my portion, says my soul.
Therefore, I have hope in Him.
Hashem is good to those who trust in Him.
To the soul that seeks Him.
It is good to hope silently for Hashem's salvation.
It is good for a man that he bear a yoke in his youth.
Let one sit in solitude and be submissive, for he has laid it upon him.
Let him put his mouth to the dust.
There may yet be hope.
Let one offer his cheek to his smitter.
Let him be filled with disgrace.
For the Lord does not reject forever.
He first afflicts, then pities, according to his abundant kindness.
For he does not torment capriciously, nor afflict man.
To crush under his feet all the prisoners of the earth?
To deny a man justice in the presence of the Most High?
To wrong a man in his conflict the Lord does not approve?
Whose decree was ever fulfilled if the Lord did not ordain it?
Is it not from the mouth of the Most High that evil and good emanate?
Of what shall a living man complain?
A man for his sins.
That's what a man should complain.
A man for his sins.
Let us search and examine our ways and return to Hashem.
Let us lift our hearts with our hands to God in heaven.
We have transgressed and rebelled.
You have not forgiven.
You have enveloped yourself in anger and pursued us.
You have slain.
You have not shown mercy.
You wrapped yourself in a cloud that prayer cannot pierce.
You made us filth and refuse among the nations.
All our enemies opened their mouths wide at us.
Panic and pitifulness were ours.
Ravage and ruin.
Our eye runs with streams of water at the ruination of my people.
My eye will flow and will not cease without relief until Hashem looks down and takes notice from heaven.
My eyes have brought me grief over all the daughters of my city.
Huh.
I have been constantly ensnared like a bird by my enemies without cause.
Thank you.
They cut off my life in a pit and threw stones at me.
Water flowed over my head.
I said, I am doomed.
I called on your name, Hashem, from the depth of the pit.
You have heard my voice.
Do not shut your ear from my prayer, from my cry.
You drew near on that day I would call to you.
You said, fear not!
You championed my cause.
Oh Lord, you redeemed my life.
You have seen, Hashem, the injustices that I suffer.
Judge my cause!
You have seen all their vengeance.
All their designs regarding me.
You have heard their insults.
Hashem, all their designs against me.
The speech of my enemies and their thoughts are against me all day long.
Look at their sitting and their rising.
I am the butt of their taunts.
Pay them back their due, Hashem.
As they have done.
Give them a broken heart.
May your curse be upon them.
pursue them in anger and destroy them from under the heavens of Hashem.
Echad, Echad, Echad, Hashem, Echad.
Alas!
The gold is dimmed.
The finest gold is changed.
Sacred stones are scattered at the head of every street.
The precious children of Zion, who are comparable to fine gold.
Alas, they are now treated like earthen jugs, work of a potter.
Even jackals will offer the breast and suckle their young.
The daughter of my people has become cruel like ostriches in the desert.
Wow.
You Even jackals will offer the breast and suckle their young.
The daughter of my people has become cruel, like ostriches in the desert.
The tongue of the suckling cleaves to its palate for thirst.
Young children plead for bread.
No one extends it to them.
Those who feasted extravagantly lie desolate in the streets.
Those who were brought up in scarlet clothing embrace garbage heaps.
The iniquity of the daughter of my people is greater than the sin of Sodom, which was overturned in a moment, though not mortal hands were laid on her.
her crowned ones, who were purer than snow, whiter than milk, whose complexion was ruddier than rubies,
whose build was solid like sapphire.
Their appearance has become blacker than soot.
it.
Thank you.
They are not recognized in the streets.
Their skin is shriveled on their bones.
It became dry as wood.
More fortunate were those slain by the sword than those slain by famine.
for they pine away, stricken, lacking the fruit of the field.
More fortunate were those slain by the sword than those slain by famine.
For they pine away, stricken, lacking the fruits of the field.
The hands of compassionate women have boiled their own children.
They became their food in the ruination of the daughter of my people.
HaShem vented His fury.
He poured out His burning anger.
He kindled a fire in Zion, which consumed its foundations.
The kings of the earth did not believe, nor did any of the world inhabitants, that the adversary or enemy could enter the gates of Jerusalem.
It was for the sins of her prophets, the iniquities of her priests,
who had shed in her midst the blood of the righteous.
you The blind wandered through the streets, defiled with blood,
so that none could touch their garments.
Away, unclean one, people shouted at them.
Away!
Away!
Don't touch!
For they are loathsome and wander about.
The nations had said, they will no longer sojourn here.
Anger of Hashem has divided them, caring for them no longer.
They showed no regard for the Kohanim, nor did they favor the elders.
Our eyes still strained in vain for our deliverance.
In our expectations, we watched for a nation that could not save.
They dogged our steps so we could not walk in our streets.
An end drew near.
Our days are filled, for our end has come.
Our pursuers were swifter than eagles of the sky.
They chased us in the mountains, ambushed us in the deserts.
The breath of our nostrils, Hashem's anointed, was caught in their traps.
He, under whose protection we have said we would live among the nations.
Wow.
Hmm.
Roach, a pain of machine.
I had don't know.
The breath of our nostrils.
Hashem's anointed was caught in their traps.
Thank you.
He, under whose protection we had said we would live among the nations.
Rejoice and exalt, O daughters of Edom, who dwells in the land of Uz.
Bye.
Thank you.
To you, too, will the cup pass, You will become drunk and you will vomit.
Your iniquity is expiated, O daughter of Zion.
He will not exile you again.
He remembers your iniquity, daughter of Edom.
He will uncover your sins.
Remember, Hashem, what has befallen us.
Look and see our disgrace.
Our inheritance has been turned over to strangers, our houses to foreigners.
We have become like orphans and there is no father.
Our mothers are like widows.
We pay money to drink our own water.
Obtain our wood at a price.
Upon our necks we are pursued.
We toil, but nothing is left of us.
We stretched out a hand to Egypt and to Assyria to be satisfied with bread.
Our fathers have sinned and are no more.
And we have suffered for their iniquities.
Our fathers have sinned and are no more.
and we have suffered for their iniquities.
We stretched out a hand to Egypt and to Assyria to be satisfied with bread.
Our fathers have sinned and are no more.
And we have suffered for their iniquities.
Slaves ruled us.
There is no redeemer from their hands.
In mortal danger, we bring our bread because of the sword of the wilderness.
Our skin was scorched like an oven with the fever of famine.
They ravaged women in Zion, maidens in the towns of Judah.
Leaders were hanged by their hand.
Elders were shown no respect.
Leaders were hanged by their hand.
Elders were shown no respect.
Young men drag the millstone and youths stumble under the wood.
The elders are gone from the gate.
The young men from their music.
Gone is the joy of our hearts.
Our dancing has turned into mourning.
The crown of our head has fallen.
Woe to us.
For we have sinned.
For this, our heart was ill.
For these, our eyes were dimmed.
For Mount Zion, which lies desolate, foxes prowl over it.
Yet you, Hashem, are enthroned forever.
Your throne is ageless.
Why do you ignore us eternally?
Forsake us for so long?
Bring us back to you, Hashem, and we shall return.
Renew our days as of old.
For even if you had utterly rejected us, you have already raged sufficiently against us.
Why do you ignore us eternally?
Forsake us for so long.
Bring us back to you, Hashem, and we shall return.
Renew our days as of old.
For even if you had utterly rejected us, you have already ravaged sufficiently against us.
For even if you had utterly rejected us, you have already raged sufficiently against us.
For even if you had utterly rejected us, you have already raged sufficiently against us.
Thank you for joining us.
Bring us back to you, Hashem, and we shall return.
Renew our days as of old.
Hashiveinu Adonai eylecha, ve'nashuva chadei shemenu kekedem.
Hashiveinu Adonai eylecha v'nashuva chadesh yameinu kekedem.
Hashizeynu Adonai Eylecha, V'nashuva Chadesh Y'meinu Kekedem.
Thank you, Adonai.
Bye.
For teaching us, and leading us, evolving us, growing us, and bringing us to the place that we are at now.
I humbly ask that you save us from peril.
Your punishments have been sufficient, even if you don't want us anymore.
Please let them cease.
And please, for the sake of your beautiful world that you built, please come dwell here again, for your sake, for the world that you built, which is masterful.
I love you, Adonai.
You are my Savior.
You are my God.
You are my everything.
Thank you.
Thank you for tuning in, everybody.
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