Jeremiah 6:26

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Summary

O daughter of my people, gird thee with sackcloth, and wallow thyself in ashes: make thee mourning, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation: for the spoiler shall suddenly come upon us.

Daughter

Make thee

For the

Bible References

Daughter

“They have healed the brokenness of My people superficially,
Saying, ‘Peace, peace,’
But there is no peace.

In that time it will be said to this people and to Jerusalem, “A scorching wind from the bare heights in the wilderness in the direction of the daughter of My people—not to winnow and not to cleanse,

Behold, listen! The cry of the daughter of my people from a distant land:
“Is the Lord not in Zion? Is her King not within her?”
“Why have they provoked Me with their graven images, with foreign

idols?”

Oh 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!

“You will say this word to them,
‘Let my eyes flow down with tears night and day,
And let them not cease;
For the virgin daughter of my people has been crushed with a mighty blow,
With a sorely infected wound.

Therefore I say, “Turn your eyes away from me,
Let me weep bitterly,
Do not try to comfort me concerning the destruction of the daughter of my people.”

My eyes fail because of tears,
My

spirit is greatly troubled;

heart is poured out on the earth

Because of the destruction of the daughter of my people,

When little ones and infants faint
In the streets of the city.

eyes run down with streams of water

Because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.

Even jackals offer the breast,
They nurse their young;
But the daughter of my people has become cruel
Like ostriches in the wilderness.

Make thee

Oh 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!

But if you will not listen to it,
My soul will sob in secret for such pride;
And my eyes will bitterly weep
And flow down with tears,
Because the flock of the Lord has been taken captive.

Therefore in that day the Lord God of hosts called you to weeping, to wailing,
To shaving the head and to wearing sackcloth.

She weeps bitterly in the night
And her tears are on her cheeks;
She has none to comfort her
Among all her lovers.
All her friends have dealt treacherously with her;
They have become her enemies.

Even when their survivors escape, they will be on the mountains like doves of the valleys, all of them

mourning, each over his own iniquity.

“I will pour out on the house of David and on the inhabitants of Jerusalem, the Spirit of grace and of supplication, so that they will look on Me whom they have pierced; and they will mourn for Him, as one mourns for an only son, and they will weep bitterly over Him like the bitter weeping over a firstborn.

Now as He approached the gate of the city, a dead man was being carried out, the only son of his mother, and she was a widow; and a sizeable crowd from the city was with her.

Be miserable and mourn and weep; let your laughter be turned into mourning and your joy to gloom.

Come now, you rich, weep and howl for your miseries which are coming upon you.

For the

Disaster on disaster is proclaimed,

For the whole land is devastated;
Suddenly my tents are devastated,
My curtains in an instant.

“On all the

bare heights in the wilderness

Destroyers have come,
For a sword of the Lord is devouring
From one end of the land even to the other;
There is no peace for anyone.

“Their widows will be more numerous before Me
Than the sand of the seas;
I will bring against them, against the mother of a young man,
A destroyer at noonday;
I will suddenly bring down on her
Anguish and dismay.

Therefore this iniquity will be to you
Like a breach about to fall,
A bulge in a high wall,
Whose collapse comes suddenly in an instant,