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Jeremiah 9:10

Good News Translation

I said, “I will mourn for the mountains and weep for the pastures, because they have dried up, and no one travels through them. The sound of livestock is no longer heard; birds and wild animals have fled and gone.”

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I will make you like a threshing board, with spikes that are new and sharp. You will thresh mountains and destroy them; hills will crumble into dust.

“Your country was ruined and desolate— but now it will be too small for those who are coming to live there. And those who left you in ruins will be far removed from you.

Many foreign rulers have destroyed my vineyard; they have trampled down my fields; they have turned my lovely land into a desert.

They have made it a wasteland; it lies desolate before me. The whole land has become a desert, and no one cares.

How long will our land be dry, and the grass in every field be withered? Animals and birds are dying because of the wickedness of our people, people who say, ‘God doesn't see what we are doing.’”

The wild donkeys stand on the hilltops and pant for breath like jackals; their eyesight fails them because they have no food.

They have roared at him like lions; they have made his land a desert, and his towns lie in ruins, completely abandoned.

They did not care about me, even though I rescued them from Egypt and led them through the wilderness: a land of deserts and sand pits, a dry and dangerous land where no one lives and no one will even travel.

The land is full of people unfaithful to the Lord; they live wicked lives and misuse their power. Because of the Lord's curse the land mourns and the pastures are dry.

“A nation from the north has come to attack Babylonia and will make it a desert. People and animals will run away, and no one will live there.”

“Mourn, people of Jerusalem; cut off your hair and throw it away. Sing a funeral song on the hilltops, because I, the Lord, am angry and have rejected my people.

My sorrow cannot be healed; I am sick at heart.

“That is why my eyes are overflowing with tears. No one can comfort me; no one can give me courage. The enemy has conquered me; my people have nothing left.

My eyes are worn out with weeping; my soul is in anguish. I am exhausted with grief at the destruction of my people. Children and babies are fainting in the streets of the city.

because Mount Zion lies lonely and deserted, and wild jackals prowl through its ruins.

“Or I might send wild animals to kill the people, making the land so dangerous that no one could travel through it,

“Mortal man, sing a funeral song for Tyre,

No human being or animal will walk through it. For forty years nothing will live there.

I will make the country a desolate wasteland, and the power they were so proud of will come to an end. The mountains of Israel will be so wild that no one will be able to travel through them.

All the cities of Israel will be destroyed, so that all their altars and their idols will be smashed to pieces, their incense altars will be shattered, and everything they made will disappear.

And so the land will dry up, and everything that lives on it will die. All the animals and birds, and even the fish, will die.”

Put on sackcloth and weep, you priests who serve at the altar! Go into the Temple and mourn all night! There is no grain or wine to offer your God.

I cry out to you, Lord, because the pastures and trees are dried up, as though a fire had burned them.

Listen, people of Israel, to this funeral song which I sing over you:

And so the Sovereign Lord Almighty says, “There will be wailing and cries of sorrow in the city streets. Even farmers will be called to mourn the dead along with those who are paid to mourn.

When that time comes, people will use the story about you as an example of disaster, and they will sing this song of despair about your experience: We are completely ruined! The Lord has taken our land away And given it to those who took us captive.”

And so, because of you, Zion will be plowed like a field, Jerusalem will become a pile of ruins, and the Temple hill will become a forest.




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