Jeremiah 8:18–9:3

The Prophet Mourns for the People

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 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!”

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

I am dmourning;

Astonishment has taken hold of me.

22 Is 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?

9 Oh, 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!

2 Oh, 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.

3 “And like their bow cthey have bent their tongues for lies.

They are not valiant for the truth on the earth.

For they proceed from devil to evil,

And they edo not know Me,” says the Lord.