A Weeping Man Sits in a Ruined Harvest Fieldby KalebRosendahl

Lamentations 1:12

Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is done unto me, wherewith the LORD hath afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger.

The cry of desolate Jerusalem becomes the true language of Jesus, whose sorrow stands without equal and could be claimed by Him with perfect truthfulness. No other grief can be set beside His, for His was sorrow beyond comparison. His anguish and grief were inconceivable, reaching a depth that human language cannot portray. That suffering was not confined to a single hour but spanned His thirty years on earth, along the whole path from the manger to Calvary. Through all those years He endured that unutterable anguish and grief.

Though guiltless Himself and hating sin, He stood as humanity's substitute and gathered the sins of the whole world to Himself. The guilt and punishment of every sin pressed upon His divine soul. Even while bearing that universal burden He uttered no cry of pain for Himself. Instead He noticed the grieving women on the way and looked upon them with pity. Through such suffering and humiliation He made redemption possible. By bearing that unequaled sorrow, sinners are brought to God and made to receive righteousness in Him.