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Jeremiah 30:15

New American Bible - revised edition

Why cry out over your wound? There is no relief for your pain. Because of your great guilt, your numerous sins, I have done this to you.

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“After all that has come upon us for our evil deeds and our great guilt—though you, our God, have made less of our sinfulness than it deserved and have allowed us to survive as we do—

If he is silent, who then can condemn? If he hides his face, who then can behold him, whether nation or individual?

I declare the judgment on me to be a lie; my arrow-wound is incurable, sinless though I am.”

Some fell sick from their wicked ways, afflicted because of their sins.

From the sole of the foot to the head there is no sound spot in it; Just bruise and welt and oozing wound, not drained, or bandaged, or eased with salve.

He spaded it, cleared it of stones, and planted the choicest vines; Within it he built a watchtower, and hewed out a wine press. Then he waited for the crop of grapes, but it yielded rotten grapes.

For as many as your cities are your gods, O Judah! As many as the streets of Jerusalem are the altars for sacrifice to Baal.

Why is my pain continuous, my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? To me you are like a deceptive brook, waters that cannot be relied on!

Your own wickedness chastises you, your own infidelities punish you. Know then, and see, how evil and bitter is your forsaking the Lord, your God, And your showing no fear of me, oracle of the Lord, the God of hosts.

For thus says the Lord: Incurable is your wound, grievous your injury;

All your lovers have forgotten you, they do not seek you out. I struck you as an enemy would strike, punishing you cruelly.

Yet all who devour you shall be devoured, all your enemies shall go into exile. All who plunder you shall become plunder, all who pillage you I will hand over to be pillaged.

For I will restore your health; I will heal your injuries—oracle of the Lord. “The outcast” they have called you, “whom no one looks for.”

Go up to Gilead, procure balm, Virgin daughter Egypt! No use to multiply remedies; for you there is no healing.

Small and great alike, all are greedy for gain; prophet and priest, all practice fraud.

Her foes have come out on top, her enemies are secure; Because the Lord has afflicted her for her many rebellions. Her children have gone away, captive before the foe.

To what can I compare you—to what can I liken you— O daughter Jerusalem? What example can I give in order to comfort you, virgin daughter Zion? For your breach is vast as the sea; who could heal you?

What should the living complain about? about their sins!

Except for the sins of her prophets and the crimes of her priests, Who poured out in her midst the blood of the just.

For her wound is incurable; it has come even to Judah. It has reached to the gate of my people, even to Jerusalem.

I will endure the wrath of the Lord because I have sinned against him, Until he pleads my case, and establishes my right. He will bring me forth to the light; I will see his righteousness.

There is no healing for your hurt, your wound is fatal. All who hear this news of you clap their hands over you; For who has not suffered under your endless malice?




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