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Jeremiah 20:18

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Why did I come out of the womb? All I’ve seen is trouble and grief. I will finish my days in shame.

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“Why give light to one in misery and life to those who find it so bitter,

“I am the man who has experienced suffering under the rod of God’s fury.

“A person who is born of a woman is short-lived and is full of trouble.

You know that I have been insulted, put to shame, and humiliated. All my opponents are in front of you.

So we must go to him outside the camp and endure the insults he endured.

We must focus on Jesus, the source and goal of our faith. He saw the joy ahead of him, so he endured death on the cross and ignored the disgrace it brought him. Now he holds the honored position—the one next to God the Father on the heavenly throne.

Some were made fun of and whipped, and some were chained and put in prison.

You need endurance so that after you have done what God wants you to do, you can receive what he has promised.

For this reason I suffer as I do. However, I’m not ashamed. I know whom I trust. I’m convinced that he is able to protect what he had entrusted to me until that day.

The apostles left the council room. They were happy to have been considered worthy to suffer dishonor for speaking about Jesus.

I can guarantee this truth: You will cry because you are sad, but the world will be happy. You will feel pain, but your pain will turn to happiness.

“Doesn’t this affect all of you who pass by? Look and see if there’s any pain like the pain that the Lord has caused me, like the pain that he has made me suffer on the day of his fierce anger.

Sorrow has overwhelmed me. I am sick at heart!

Listen to me, you people who know righteousness, you people who have my teachings in your hearts. Don’t be afraid of being insulted by people. Don’t be discouraged by their ridicule.

From the bottom of your feet to the top of your head there is no healthy spot left on your ⌞body⌟— only bruises, sores, and fresh wounds. They haven’t been cleansed, bandaged, or soothed with oil.

I wish you would hide me in Sheol and keep me hidden there until your anger cools. Set a specific time for me when you will remember me.

But a person is born for trouble as surely as sparks fly up ⌞from a fire⌟.

My days disappear like smoke. My bones burn like hot coals.

We must lie down in our shame and be covered by our disgrace. Ever since we were young, we and our ancestors have sinned against the Lord our God. We haven’t obeyed the Lord our God.

I’m so miserable! Why did my mother give birth to me? I am a man who argues and quarrels with the whole earth. I have never lent or borrowed anything. Yet, everyone curses me.

Why do you make me see wrongdoing? And why do you watch wickedness? Destruction and violence are in front of me. Quarrels and disputes arise.

Then he traveled through the wilderness for a day. He sat down under a broom plant and wanted to die. “I’ve had enough now, Lord,” he said. “Take my life! I’m no better than my ancestors.”

Why is my pain unending and my wound incurable, refusing to heal? Will you disappoint me like a stream that dries up in summertime?




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