Jeremiah 15:17–18

I did not sit in the company of revelers,

nor did I rejoice;

I sat alone, because your hand was upon me,

for you had filled me with indignation.

Why is my pain unceasing,

my wound incurable,

refusing to be healed?

Will you be to me like a deceitful brook,

like waters that fail?

I never sat in the company of revelers,

never made merry with them;

I sat alone because your hand was on me

and you had filled me with indignation.

Why is my pain unending

and my wound grievous and incurable?

You are to me like a deceptive brook,

like a spring that fails.

I never sat with the band of revelers,

and I did not celebrate with them.

Because your hand was on me, I sat alone,

for you filled me with indignation.

Why has my pain become unending,

my wound incurable,

refusing to be healed?

You truly have become like a mirage to me—

water that is not reliable.

I never joined the people in their merry feasts.

I sat alone because your hand was on me.

I was filled with indignation at their sins.

Why then does my suffering continue?

Why is my wound so incurable?

Your help seems as uncertain as a seasonal brook,

like a spring that has gone dry.”

I sat not in the assembly of jokers,

nor did I exult.

Because of the presence of your hand I sat alone,

for you filled me with indignation.

Why is my pain endless, and my wound incurable?

It refuses to become healed.

Truly you are to me like a deceitful brook,

waters that are not trustworthy.