Jeremiah 8:18–20

18 You who are my Comforter in sorrow,

my heart is faint within me.

19 Listen to the cry of my people

from a land far away:

“Is the Lord not in Zion?

Is her King no longer there?”

“Why have they aroused my anger with their images,

with their worthless foreign idols?”

20 “The harvest is past,

the summer has ended,

and we are not saved.”

18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me. 19 Behold the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people because of them that dwell in a far country: Is not the Lord in Zion? is not her king in her? Why have they provoked me to anger with their graven images, and with strange vanities? 20 The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.

18 My grief is beyond healing;

my heart is broken.

19 Listen to the weeping of my people;

it can be heard all across the land.

“Has the Lord abandoned Jerusalem?” the people ask.

“Is her King no longer there?”

“Oh, why have they provoked my anger with their carved idols

and their worthless foreign gods?” says the Lord.

20 “The harvest is finished,

and the summer is gone,” the people cry,

“yet we are not saved!”

18 I would comfort myself in sorrow;

My heart is faint in me.

19 Listen! The voice,

The cry of the daughter of My people—

From a far country:

“Is not the Lord in Zion?

Is not her King in her?”

“Why have they provoked Me to anger

With their carved images—

With foreign idols?”

20 “The harvest is past,

The summer is ended,

And we are not saved!”

18 God, you are my comfort when I am very sad

and when I am afraid.

19 Listen to the sound of my people.

They cry from a faraway land:

“Isn’t the Lord still in Jerusalem?

Isn’t Jerusalem’s king still there?”

But God says, “Why did the people make me angry by worshiping idols,

useless foreign idols?”

20 And the people say, “Harvest time is over;

summer has ended,

and we have not been saved.”

18 Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me. 19 Behold, the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people from a land that is very far off: is not Jehovah in Zion? is not her King in her? Why have they provoked me to anger with their graven images, and with foreign vanities? 20 The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.

18 My comfort in my sadness! my heart is faint in me! 19 Behold the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people, from a very far country: Is not Jehovah in Zion? Is not her king in her? Why have they provoked me to anger with their graven images, with foreign vanities? 20 The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.

18 Sorrow has overwhelmed me. 

I am sick at heart! 

19 The cry from my dear people comes from a distant land: 

“Isn’t the Lord in Zion? 

Isn’t Zion’s king still there?” 

They make me furious with their idols, with their foreign gods. 

20 The harvest is past, 

the summer has ended, 

and we haven’t been saved. 

18 My joy has flown away;

grief has settled on me.

My heart is sick.

19 Listen—the cry of my dear people

from a far away land,

“Is the Lord no longer in Zion,

her King not within her?”

Why have they provoked me to anger

with their carved images,

with their worthless foreign idols?

20 Harvest has passed, summer has ended,

but we have not been saved.

18 My joy is gone; grief is upon me;

my heart is sick.

19 Listen! The cry of the daughter of my people

from far and wide in the land:

“Is the Lord not in Zion?

Is her King not in her?”

(“Why have they provoked me to anger with their images,

with their foreign idols?”)

20 “The harvest is past, the summer is ended,

and we are not saved.”

18 “My comfort is gone from me,

sorrow is on me,

my heart is sick.

19 Look, the sound of the cry for help of the daughter of my people

from a distant land,

‘Is Yahweh not in Zion?

Is her king not in her?’

Why have they provoked me to anger with their images,

with idols of a foreign land?”

20 The harvest has passed,

the summer has come to an end,

and we have not received help.

18 Lord, my heart is weak inside me.

You comfort me when I’m sad.

19 Listen to the cries of my people

from a land far away.

They cry out, “Isn’t the Lord in Zion?

Isn’t its King there anymore?”

The Lord says, “Why have they made me so angry

by worshiping their wooden gods?

Why have they made me angry

with their worthless statues

of gods from other lands?”

20 The people say, “The harvest is over.

The summer has ended.

And we still haven’t been saved.”

18 My sorrow is beyond healing,

My heart is faint within me!

19 Behold, listen! The cry of the daughter of my people from a distant land:

“Is the Lord not in Zion? Is her King not within her?”

“Why have they provoked Me with their graven images, with foreign idols?”

20 “Harvest is past, summer is ended,

And we are not saved.”