Jeremiah 8:18–9:1

¹⁸My grief is beyond healing,^l

my heart is sick within me.

¹⁹Hark, the cry of the daughter of my people

from the length and breadth of the land:

“Is the Lord not in Zion?

Is her King not in her?”

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

and with their foreign idols?”

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

and we are not saved.”

²¹For the wound of the daughter of my people is my heart wounded,

I mourn, and dismay has taken hold on me.

²²Is there no balm in Gilead?

Is there no physician there?

Why then has the health of the daughter of my people

not been restored?

Chapter 9

¹O that 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!