Jeremiah 17:1–9

¹The sin of Judah is written with a pen of iron, With the point of a diamond, Graven on the tablet of their heart, And on the horns of your altars, ²As their sons remember their altars and their shrines, By the green tree, by the high hills. ³O My mountain in the field—thy strength, All thy treasures—for a prey I give, Thy high places for sin in all thy borders. ⁴And thou hast let go—even through thyself, Of thine inheritance that I gave to thee, And I have caused thee to serve thine enemies, In a land that thou hast not known, For a fire ye have kindled in Mine anger, Unto the age it doth burn.

⁵Thus said Jehovah: Cursed is the man who doth trust in man, And hath made flesh his arm, And from Jehovah whose heart turneth. ⁶And he hath been as a naked thing in a desert, And doth not see when good cometh, And hath inhabited parched places in a wilderness, A salt land, and not inhabited. ⁷Blessed is the man who trusteth in Jehovah, And whose confidence hath been Jehovah. ⁸And hath been as a tree planted by waters, And by a rivulet he sendeth forth his roots, And he doth not see when heat cometh, And his leaf hath been green, And in a year of dearth he is not sorrowful, Nor doth he cease from making fruit. ⁹Crooked is the heart above all things, And it is incurable—who doth know it?