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Jeremiah 9:10

Contemporary English Version 1995

I weep for the pastureland in the hill country. It's so barren and scorched that no one travels there. No cattle can be found there, and birds and wild animals have all disappeared.

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How long will the ground be dry and the pasturelands parched? The birds and animals are dead and gone. And all of this happened because the people are so sinful. They even brag, “God can't see the sins we commit.”

And so your land is a desert. Every living creature is dying— people and wild animals, birds and fish.

I will make the whole country an empty wasteland and crush the power in which you take such pride. Even the mountains will be bare, and no one will try to cross them.

No human or animal will even dare travel through Egypt, because no sign of life will be found there for 40 years.

Or suppose I punish a nation by sending wild animals to eat people and scare away every passerby, so that the land becomes a barren desert.

My beautiful land is ruined like a field or a vineyard trampled by shepherds and stripped bare by their flocks.

Shave your head bald and throw away the hair. Sing a funeral song on top of a barren hill. You people have made me angry, and I have abandoned you.

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.

Because of this, I mourn, and tears flood my eyes. No one is here to comfort or to encourage me; we have lost the war— my people are suffering.

Those unfaithful prophets misuse their power all over the country. So God turned the pasturelands into scorching deserts.

Wild donkeys go blind from starvation. So they stand on barren hilltops and sniff the air, hoping to smell green grass.

I'm burdened with sorrow and feel like giving up.

Your ancestors refused to ask for my help, though I had rescued them from Egypt and led them through a treacherous, barren desert, where no one lives or dares to travel.

Jerusalem is now in ruins! Nothing is left of the city. But it will be rebuilt and soon overcrowded; its cruel enemies will be gone far away.

I will let you be like a log covered with sharp spikes. You will grind and crush every mountain and hill until they turn to dust.

The attack on the Babylonians will come from the north; they and their animals will run, leaving the land empty.

Ezekiel, son of man, sing a funeral song for Tyre,

Mourn, you priests who serve at the altar of my God. Spend your days and nights wearing sackcloth. Offerings of grain and wine are no longer brought to the Lord's temple.

I cry out to you, Lord. Grasslands and forests are eaten by the scorching heat.

Listen, nation of Israel, to my mournful message:

This is what the Lord has sworn: Noisy crying will be heard in every town and street. Even farmers will be told to mourn for the dead, together with those who are paid to mourn.

When that happens, this sorrowful song will be sung about you: “Ruined! Completely ruined! The Lord has taken our land and given it to traitors.”

Enemies roared like lions and destroyed your land; towns lie burned and empty.

Every field I see lies barren, and no one cares.

our city is in ruins, overrun by wild dogs.

Every town in Israel will be destroyed to make sure that each shrine, idol, and altar is smashed—everything the Israelites made will be a pile of ruins.

And so, because of you, Jerusalem will be plowed under and left in ruins. Thorns will cover the mountain where the temple now stands.




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