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Jeremiah 6:26

New American Bible - revised edition

Daughter of my people, dress in sackcloth, roll in the ashes. Mourn as for an only child with bitter wailing: “How suddenly the destroyer comes upon us!”

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and then went and sat down opposite him, about a bowshot away; for she said to herself, “I cannot watch the child die.” As she sat opposite him, she wept aloud.

The sound of terrors is in his ears; when all is prosperous, a spoiler comes upon him.

He took a potsherd to scrape himself, as he sat among the ashes.

On that day the Lord, the God of hosts, called For weeping and mourning, for shaving the head and wearing sackcloth.

That is why I say: Turn away from me, let me weep bitterly; Do not try to comfort me for the ruin of the daughter of my people.

Instead of perfume there will be stench, instead of a girdle, a rope, And instead of elaborate coiffure, baldness; instead of a rich gown, a sackcloth skirt. Then, instead of beauty, shame.

This iniquity of yours shall be like a descending rift Bulging out in a high wall whose crash comes suddenly, in an instant,

Tremble, you who are so complacent! Shudder, you who are so confident! Strip yourselves bare, with only a loincloth for cover.

Upon every height in the wilderness marauders have appeared. The Lord has a sword that consumes the land from end to end: no peace for any living thing.

If you do not listen to this in your pride, I will weep many tears in secret; My eyes will run with tears for the Lord’s flock, led away to exile.

Speak to them this word: Let my eyes stream with tears night and day, without rest, Over the great destruction which overwhelms the virgin daughter of my people, over her incurable wound.

Their widows were more numerous before me than the sands of the sea. I brought against the mother of youths the destroyer at midday; Suddenly I struck her with anguish and terror.

May cries be heard from their homes, when suddenly you send plunderers against them. For they have dug a pit to capture me, they have hidden snares for my feet;

Thus says the Lord: We hear a cry of fear: terror, not peace.

At that time it will be said to this people and to Jerusalem, A scorching wind from the bare heights comes through the wilderness toward my daughter, the people. Not to winnow, not to cleanse,

Ruin upon ruin is reported; the whole land is laid waste. In an instant my tents are ravaged; in a flash, my shelters.

So put on sackcloth, mourn and wail: “The blazing anger of the Lord has not turned away from us.”

They have treated lightly the injury to my people: “Peace, peace!” they say, though there is no peace.

Listen! the cry of the daughter of my people, far and wide in the land! “Is the Lord no longer in Zion, is her King no longer in her midst?” Why do they provoke me with their idols, with their foreign nonentities?

I am broken by the injury of the daughter of my people. I am in mourning; horror has seized me.

Oh, that I had in the wilderness a travelers’ lodging! That I might leave my people and depart from them. They are all adulterers, a band of traitors.

I will turn Jerusalem into a heap of ruins, a haunt of jackals; The cities of Judah I will make a waste, where no one dwells.

For these things I weep—My eyes! My eyes! They stream with tears! How far from me is anyone to comfort, anyone to restore my life. My children are desolate; the enemy has prevailed.”

She weeps incessantly in the night, her cheeks damp with tears. She has no one to comfort her from all her lovers; Her friends have all betrayed her, and become her enemies.

My eyes are spent with tears, my stomach churns; My bile is poured out on the ground at the brokenness of the daughter of my people, As children and infants collapse in the streets of the town.

He has made me eat gravel, trampled me into the dust;

My eyes stream with tears over the destruction of the daughter of my people.

The hands of compassionate women have boiled their own children! They became their food when the daughter of my people was shattered.

Even jackals offer their breasts to nurse their young; But the daughter of my people is as cruel as the ostrich in the wilderness.

The punishment of the daughter of my people surpassed the penalty of Sodom, Which was overthrown in an instant with no hand laid on it.

I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into dirges. I will cover the loins of all with sackcloth and make every head bald. I will make it like the time of mourning for an only child, and its outcome like a day of bitter weeping.

When the news reached the king of Nineveh, he rose from his throne, laid aside his robe, covered himself with sackcloth, and sat in ashes.

I will pour out on the house of David and on the inhabitants of Jerusalem a spirit of mercy and supplication, so that when they look on him whom they have thrust through, they will mourn for him as one mourns for an only child, and they will grieve for him as one grieves over a firstborn. Catalogue of Mourners.

As he drew near to the gate of the city, a man who had died was being carried out, the only son of his mother, and she was a widow. A large crowd from the city was with her.

Begin to lament, to mourn, to weep. Let your laughter be turned into mourning and your joy into dejection.

Come now, you rich, weep and wail over your impending miseries.




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