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Jeremiah 6:26

Contemporary English Version (Anglicised) 2012

and attacks without warning. So mourn, my people, as though your only child had died. Wear clothes made of sackcloth and roll in the ash heap.”

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I, the LORD, will make the descendants of David and the people of Jerusalem feel deep sorrow and pray when they see the one they pierced with a spear. They will mourn and weep for him, as parents weep over the death of their only child or their firstborn.

Then I said to the people of Israel, “Put on sackcloth! Mourn and cry out, ‘The LORD is still angry with us.’ ”

You rich people should cry and weep! Terrible things are going to happen to you.

Be sad and sorry and weep. Stop laughing and start crying. Be gloomy instead of glad.

As they came near the gate of the town, they saw people carrying out the body of a widow's only son. Many people from the town were walking along with her.

Your festivals and joyful singing will turn into sorrow. You will wear sackcloth and shave your heads, as you would at the death of your only son. It will be a horrible day.

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

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.

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.

Each night, bitter tears flood her cheeks. None of her former lovers are there to offer comfort; her friends have betrayed her and are now her enemies.

There will be more widows in Judah than grains of sand on a beach. A surprise attack at midday! And the mothers in Jerusalem mourn for their children.

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.

If you are too proud to listen, I will weep alone. Tears will stream from my eyes when the LORD's people are taken away as prisoners.

A destroying army marches along desert roads and attacks everywhere. They are my deadly sword; no one is safe from them.

I weep for the pasture land 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.

My people are crushed, and so is my heart. I am horrified and mourn.

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 worshipping useless idols?”

All they ever offer to my deeply wounded people are empty hopes for peace.

I see the enemy defeating us time after time, leaving everything in ruins. Even my own home is destroyed in a moment.

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

Shake and shudder, you women without a care! Strip off your clothes— put on sackcloth.

This sin is like a crack that makes a high wall quickly crumble

When all this happened, the LORD All-Powerful told you to weep and mourn, to shave your heads, and wear sackcloth.

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

Then she sat down a long way off, because she could not bear to watch him die. And she cried bitterly.

Then Job sat on the ash heap to show his sorrow. And while he was scraping his sores with a broken piece of pottery,

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

These people have dug pits and set traps for me, LORD. Make them scream in fear when you send enemy troops to attack their homes.

He made me eat gravel and rubbed me in the earth.

When the king of Nineveh heard what was happening, he also dressed in sackcloth; he left the royal palace and sat in dust.

Even in times of success, they constantly hear the threat of doom.

In place of perfume, there will be a stink; in place of belts, there will be ropes; in place of fancy hair styles, they will have bald heads. Instead of expensive clothes, they will wear sackcloth; instead of beauty, they will have ugly scars.




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