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Jeremiah 9:10

New American Bible - revised edition

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.

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I will make of you a threshing sledge, sharp, new, full of teeth, To thresh the mountains and crush them, to make the hills like chaff.

Though you were waste and desolate, a land of ruins, Now you shall be too narrow for your inhabitants, while those who swallowed you up will be far away.

Many shepherds have ravaged my vineyard, have trampled down my heritage; My delightful portion they have turned into a desert waste.

They have made it a mournful waste, desolate before me, Desolate, the whole land, because no one takes it to heart.

How long must the land mourn, the grass of the whole countryside wither? Because of the wickedness of those who dwell in it beasts and birds disappear, for they say, “God does not care about our future.”

The wild donkeys stand on the bare heights, gasping for breath like jackals; Their eyes grow dim; there is no grass.

Against him lions roar, they raise their voices. They have turned his land into a waste; his cities are charred ruins, without an inhabitant.

They did not ask, “Where is the Lord who brought us up from the land of Egypt, Who led us through the wilderness, through a land of wastes and ravines, A land of drought and darkness, a land which no one crosses, where no one dwells?”

The land is filled with adulterers; because of the curse the land mourns, the pastures of the wilderness are withered. Theirs is an evil course, theirs is unjust power.

A nation from the north advances against it, making the land desolate So that no one can live there; human beings and animals have fled.

Cut off your hair and throw it away! on the heights raise a lament; The Lord has indeed rejected and cast off the generation that draws down his wrath.

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

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.”

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.

Because of Mount Zion, lying desolate, and the jackals roaming there!

If I summoned wild beasts to prowl the land, depopulating it so that it became a wasteland which no one would cross because of the wild beasts,

You, son of man, raise a lament over Tyre,

No foot shall pass through it, no human being or beast cross it; it will remain uninhabited for forty years.

I will make the land a desolate waste, so that its proud strength will come to an end, and the mountains of Israel shall be so desolate that no one will cross them.

Wherever you live, cities shall be ruined and high places laid waste, in order that your altars be laid waste and devastated, your idols broken and smashed, your incense altars hacked to pieces, and whatever you have made wiped out.

Therefore the land dries up, and everything that dwells in it languishes: The beasts of the field, the birds of the air, and even the fish of the sea perish.

Gird yourselves and lament, you priests! wail, ministers of the altar! Come, spend the night in sackcloth, ministers of my God! For the grain offering and the libation are withheld from the house of your God.

To you, Lord, I cry! for fire has devoured the wilderness pastures, flame has scorched all the trees in the field.

Hear this word which I utter concerning you, this dirge, house of Israel:

Therefore, thus says the Lord, the God of hosts, the Lord: In every square there shall be lamentation, and in every street they shall cry, “Oh, no!” They shall summon the farmers to wail and the professional mourners to lament.

On that day you shall be mocked, and there will be bitter lament: “Our ruin is complete, our fields are divided among our captors, The fields of my people are measured out, and no one can get them back!”

Therefore, because of you, Zion shall be plowed like a field, and Jerusalem reduced to rubble, And the mount of the temple to a forest ridge.




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