Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou indeed be unto me as a deceitful {\i brook}, as waters that fail?\par
Behold, the hour cometh, yea, is come, that ye shall be scattered, every man to his own, and shall leave me alone: and {\i yet} I am not alone, because the Father is with me.
I speak not of you all: I know whom I have chosen: but that the scripture may be fulfilled: {\b He that eateth my bread lifted up his heel against me.}
These are they who are hidden rocks in your love-feasts when they feast with you, shepherds that without fear feed themselves; clouds without water, carried along by winds; autumn trees without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;
All thy lovers have forgotten thee; they seek thee not: for I have wounded thee with the wound of an enemy, with the chastisement of a cruel one, for the greatness of thine iniquity, because thy sins were increased.
For even thy brethren, and the house of thy father, even they have dealt treacherously with thee; even they have cried aloud after thee: believe them not, though they speak fair words unto thee.\par
Behold, all the women that are left in the king of Judah's house shall be brought forth to the king of Babylon's princes, and those women shall say, Thy familiar friends have set thee on, and have prevailed over thee: {\i now that} thy feet are sunk in the mire, they are turned away back.