Jeremiah 8:18–9:2

¹⁸Lord, my heart is weak inside me.

You comfort me when I’m sad.

¹⁹Listen 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?”

²⁰The people say, “The harvest is over.

The summer has ended.

And we still haven’t been saved.”

²¹My people are crushed, so I am crushed.

I sob, and I am filled with horror.

²²Isn’t there any healing lotion in Gilead?

Isn’t there a doctor there?

Then why doesn’t someone heal

the wounds of my people?

9I wish my head were a spring of water!

I wish my eyes were a fountain of tears!

I would sob day and night

over my people who have been killed.

²I wish I had somewhere to go in the desert

where a traveler could stay!

Then I could leave my people.

I could get away from them.

All of them commit adultery by worshiping other gods.

They aren’t faithful to the Lord.