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Jeremiah 9:1

New American Bible - revised edition

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.

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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.

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.

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.

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!”

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.

Therefore I weep with Jazer for the vines of Sibmah; I drench you with my tears, Heshbon and Elealeh; For on your summer fruits and harvests the battle cry has fallen.

My eyes shed streams of tears because your law is not observed.

My soul thirsts for God, the living God. When can I enter and see the face of God?

My body! my body! how I writhe! The walls of my heart! My heart beats wildly, I cannot be still; For I myself have heard the blast of the horn, the battle cry.

My joy is gone, grief is upon me, my heart is sick.

The sound of the dirge is heard from Zion: We are ruined and greatly ashamed; We have left the land, given up our dwellings!

I say, “If only I had wings like a dove that I might fly away and find rest.

In spite of all this, Judah, the traitor, her sister, did not return to me wholeheartedly, but insincerely—oracle of the Lord. Restoration of Israel.

Why should I pardon you? Your children have forsaken me, they swear by gods that are no gods. I fed them, but they commit adultery; to the prostitute’s house they throng.

There are those in you who take bribes to shed blood. You exact interest and usury; you extort profit from your neighbor by violence. But me you have forgotten—oracle of the Lord God.

They are all adulterers, like a blazing oven, Which the baker quits stoking, after the dough’s kneading until its rising.




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