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.

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Bible References

Daughter

Superficially they have healed the brokenness of my people. They declare: 'Peace! Peace!' But there is no peace.'

Then it will be said to these people and to Jerusalem: A hot wind from the heights will blow in the desert toward my people. It will not be a wind that winnows or cleanses.

Behold, listen! The cry of the daughter of my people from a distant land: Is Jehovah 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. Then I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

Say this to them: 'My eyes flow with tears day and night without stopping because my dear people will suffer massive destruction. It will be a very serious blow.

I said: Turn away from me. Let me weep bitterly. Do not try to console me over the destruction of my people.

My eyes fail from weeping. I am in torment. My heart is pulled out of me to the ground because my people are destroyed. Because of the young children and babies at the breast who are falling without strength in the open squares of the town.

Rivers of water run down from my eyes because pf the destruction of the daughter of my people.

Even the jackals of the wasteland have full breasts and give milk to their young ones. The daughter of my people has become cruel like the ostriches in the wasteland.

Make thee

Oh that my head were waters and my eyes a fountain of tears. Then I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

If you will not listen, I will cry secretly over your arrogance. I will cry bitterly, and my eyes will flow with tears because Jehovah's flock will be taken captive.

In that day Jehovah God of Hosts called to weeping and mourning, to baldness and putting on sackcloth.

She weeps bitterly in the night. Her cheeks are wet from crying. Her lovers offer no comfort. Her friends have been false to her. They have become her enemies.

Some will escape to the mountains like doves frightened from the valleys. All of them will moan over their sins.

I will pour upon the house of David, and upon the inhabitants of Jerusalem, the spirit of kindness and of supplication. They will look to the one whom they pierced; and they will mourn for him, as one mourns for his only son. There will be a bitter lamentation for him, like one who grieves for his first-born.

When he came near the gate of the city he saw people carrying a dead person. It was the only son of a widow. Many people were with her.

Be afflicted, and mourn, and weep: let your laughter be turned to mourning, and your joy to heaviness.

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

For the

Destruction upon destruction is proclaimed. The whole land is ruined. My tents are suddenly destroyed. Their curtains are torn in an instant.

Across the entire desert highlands people have come to plunder. Jehovah has sent war to destroy the entire land. No one can live in peace.

Their widows will be more numerous than the grains of sand on the seashore. At noontime I will send a destroyer against the mothers of young men. I will suddenly bring anguish and terror to them.

For that reason your sin will be like a high wall with a bulging crack, ready to fall. All of a sudden it will fall.