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Jeremiah 4:31

Contemporary English Version (Anglicised) 2012

I heard groaning and crying. Was it a woman giving birth to her first child? No, it was Jerusalem. She was gasping for breath and begging for help. “I'm dying!” she said. “They have murdered me.”

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Rebekah later told Isaac, “Those Hittite wives of Esau are making my life miserable! If Jacob marries a Hittite woman, I'd be better off dead.”

I am sick of life! And from my deep despair, I complain to you, my God.

But I must live as a foreigner among the people of Meshech and in the tents of Kedar.

“No matter how much you pray, I won't listen. You are too violent.

I'm in terrible pain like a woman giving birth. I'm shocked and hurt so much that I can't hear or see.

Because of what you did to us, we suffered like a woman about to give birth.

For a long time, I, the LORD, have held my temper; now I will scream and groan like a woman giving birth.

Then I cried out, “I'm doomed! Everything I say is sinful, and so are the words of everyone around me. Yet I have seen the King, the LORD All-Powerful.”

The people answered, “We are wounded and doomed to die. Why did we say we could stand the pain?

You once trusted them to help, but now I'll let them rule you. What do you say about that? You will be in pain like a woman giving birth.

In the fields I see the bodies of those killed in battle. And in the towns I see crowds dying of hunger. But the prophets and priests go about their business, without understanding what has happened.”

I am badly injured and in constant pain. Are you going to disappoint me, like a stream that goes dry in the heat of summer?

But now I am asking you to let their children starve or be killed in war. Let women lose their husbands and sons to disease and violence.

Those who live in the palace panelled with cedar will groan with pain like women giving birth.

Can men give birth? Then why do I see them looking so pale and clutching their stomachs like women in labour?

Then later, the LORD God of Israel told me to say to Baruch:

Your cities and fortresses will be captured, and your warriors gripped by fear.

An enemy will swoop down to attack you, like an eagle spreading its wings and circling over Bozrah. Your warriors will be gripped by fear.

You people of Damascus have lost your courage, and in panic you turn to run, gripped by fear and pain.

Ever since your king heard about this army, he has been weak with fear; he twists and turns in pain like a woman giving birth.

Jerusalem is a lovely pasture, but shepherds will surround it and divide it up, then let their flocks eat all the grass.

Zion reaches out her hands, but no one offers comfort. The LORD has turned the neighbouring nations against Jacob's descendants. Jerusalem is merely a filthy rag to her neighbours.

Won't you look and see how upset I am, our LORD? My stomach is in knots, and my heart is broken because I betrayed you. In the streets and at home, my people are slaughtered.

My people, both young and old, lie dead in the streets. Because you were angry, my young men and women were brutally slaughtered.

You are like a senseless child who refuses to be born at the proper time.

Keep on groaning with pain, you people of Jerusalem! If you escape from your city to the countryside, you will still be taken as prisoners to Babylonia. But later I will rescue you from your enemies.

Jerusalem, why are you crying? Don't you have a king? Have your advisers gone? Are you suffering like a woman in childbirth?

I feel so empty inside— like someone starving for grapes or figs, after the vines and trees have all been picked clean.

“Announce to the people of Jerusalem: ‘Your king is coming to you! He is humble and rides on a donkey. He comes on the colt of a donkey.’ ”

I don't have any reason to boast about preaching the good news. Preaching is something God told me to do, and if I don't do it, I am doomed.

People will think they are safe and secure. But destruction will suddenly strike them like the pains of a woman about to give birth. And they won't escape.




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