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Jeremiah 4:11

Contemporary English Version 1995

When disaster comes, the Lord will tell you people of Jerusalem, “I am sending a windstorm from the desert— not a welcome breeze. And it will sweep you away as punishment for your sins.

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No matter if you prosper more than the other tribes, I, the Lord, will wipe you out, just as a scorching desert wind dries up streams of water. I will take away your precious treasures.

The grapevine is strong and healthy, but as soon as the scorching desert wind blows, it will quickly wither.

His threshing fork is in his hand, and he is ready to separate the wheat from the husks. He will store the wheat in his barn and burn the husks with a fire that never goes out.”

His threshing fork is in his hand, and he is ready to separate the wheat from the husks. He will store the wheat in a barn and burn the husks in a fire that never goes out.

And so, all of you will vanish like the mist or the dew of early morning, or husks of grain in the wind or smoke from a chimney.

But in anger, I pulled her up by the roots and threw her to the ground, where the scorching desert wind dried out her fruit. Her strong branches wilted and burned up.

My nation was punished worse than the people of Sodom, whose city was destroyed in a flash without the help of human hands.

Even jackals nurse their young, but my people are like ostriches that abandon their own.

My people are destroyed! Tears flood my eyes,

My eyes are red from crying, my stomach is in knots, and I feel sick all over. My people are being wiped out, and children lie helpless in the streets of the city.

They are evil! So in my anger I will strike them like a violent storm.

Jeremiah, go and tell the people how you feel about all this. So I told them: “Tears will flood my eyes both day and night, because my nation suffers from a deadly wound.

And so I will purify the hearts of my people just as gold is purified in a furnace. I have no other choice.

I wish that my eyes were fountains of tears, so I could cry day and night for my people who were killed.

In a foreign land my people are crying. Listen! You'll hear them say, “Has the Lord deserted Zion? Is he no longer its king?” I hear the Lord reply, “Why did you make me angry by worshiping useless idols?”

We are unfit to worship you; each of our good deeds is merely a filthy rag. We dry up like leaves; our sins are storm winds sweeping us away.

A strong wind will scatter them in all directions. Then you will celebrate and praise me, your Lord, the holy God of Israel.

I carefully measured out Israel's punishment and sent the scorching heat to chase them far away.

Then I said, “Leave me alone! Let me cry bitter tears. My people have been destroyed, so don't try to comfort me.”

Life in the city is so bad that loving mothers have boiled and eaten their own children.

He will send fiery coals and flaming sulfur down on the wicked, and they will drink nothing but a scorching wind.

I will scatter you, just as the desert wind blows husks from grain tossed in the air.

I am sending the Babylonians. They are fierce and cruel— marching across the land, conquering cities and towns.

Then suddenly they disappear like a gust of wind— those sinful people who worship their own strength.

And so you will be swept away in a whirlwind for sacrificing to idols.




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