Jeremiah 8:18-Jeremiah 9:3 - Lament Over Judah

¹⁸ My joy has flown away;
grief has settled on me.
My heart is sick.
¹⁹ Listen—the cry of my dear people
from a far away land,
“Is the Lord no longer in Zion,
her King not within her?”
Why have they provoked me to anger
with their carved images,
with their worthless foreign idols?
²⁰ Harvest has passed, summer has ended,
but we have not been saved.
²¹ I am broken by the brokenness
of my dear people.
I mourn; horror has taken hold of me.
²² Is there no balm in Gilead?
Is there no physician there?
So why has the healing of my dear people
not come about?

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¹ If my head were a spring of water,
my eyes a fountain of tears,
I would weep day and night
over the slain of my dear people.
² If only I had a traveler’s lodging place
in the wilderness,
I would abandon my people
and depart from them,
for they are all adulterers,
a solemn assembly of treacherous people.

³ They bent their tongues like their bows;
lies and not faithfulness prevail in the land,
for they proceed from one evil to another,
and they do not take Me into account.
This is the Lord’s declaration.