Wherefore a lion out of the wood shall hurt them, and a wolf in the evening shall destroy them. The cat of the mountain shall lie lurking by their cities, to tare in pieces all them that come thereout. For their offenses are many, and their departing away is great.

And beside that, they heal the hurt of my people with sweet words, saying, 'Peace, peace,' when there is no peace at all.

For they are all unfaithful and fallen away, they hang upon filthy lucre; they are clean brass and iron, for they hurt and destroyed every man.

Howbeit, they hurt not me," sayeth the LORD, "but rather confound, and shame themselves."

Nevertheless, they heal the hurt of my people with sweet words, saying, 'Peace, peace,' where there is no peace at all.

I am sore vexed, because of the hurt of my people: I am heavy and abashed,

for there is no more treacle at Gilead, and there is no Physician, that can heal the hurt of my people.

Alas, how am I hurt? Alas, how painful are my scourges unto me? For I consider this sorrow by myself, and I must suffer it.

Doth one iron hurt another, or one metal that cometh from the North, another?