Jeremiah 8:18–9:2

The Prophet Mourns for the People

¹⁸I would comfort myself in sorrow;

My heart is faint in me.

¹⁹Listen! The voice,

The cry of the daughter of My people—

From ^ba 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!”

^21cFor the hurt of the daughter of my people I am hurt.

I am ^dmourning;

Astonishment has taken hold of me.

²²Is there no ^ebalm in Gilead,

Is there no physician there?

Why then is there no recovery

For the health of the daughter of my people?

9Oh, ^athat my head were waters,

And my eyes a fountain of tears,

That I might weep day and night

For the slain of the daughter of my people!

²Oh, that I had in the wilderness—

A lodging place for travelers;

That I might leave my people,

And go from them!

For ^bthey are all adulterers,

An assembly of treacherous men.