JEREMIAH 8:17-22
FOR, BEHOLD, I WILL SEND SERPENTS,
COCKATRICES, AMONG YOU,
WHICH WILL NOT BE CHARMED,
AND THEY SHALL BITE YOU,
SAITH THE LORD.
WHEN I WOULD COMFORT MYSELF AGAINST SORROW,
MY HEART IS FAINT IN ME.
BEHOLD
THE VOICE OF THE CRY
OF
THE DAUGHTER OF MY PEOPLE BECAUSE OF THEM
THAT DWELL
IN A FAR COUNTRY:
IS NOT THE LORD IN ZION?
IS NOT HER KING IN HER?
WHY HAVE THEY PROVOKED
ME TO ANGER WITH
THEIR GRAVEN IMAGES,
AND WITH STRANGE VANITIES?
THE HARVEST IS PAST,
THE SUMMER IS ENDED,
AND WE ARE NOT SAVED.
FOR THE HURT OF THE DAUGHTER
OF MY PEOPLE AM I HURT,
I AM BLACK; ASTONISHMENT
HATH TAKEN HOLD ON ME.
IS THERE NO BALM IN GILEAD;
IS THERE NO PHYSICIAN THERE?
WHY THEN IS NOT
THE HEALTH OF
THE DAUGHTER OF MY PEOPLE RECOVERED?
LOVE
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