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Jeremiah 4:19

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Oh, how I hurt! How I hurt! I am bent over in pain. Oh, the torture in my heart! My heart is pounding inside me. I cannot keep quiet, because I have heard the sound of the trumpet. I have heard the shouts of war.

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I will not join their secret talks, and I will not meet with them to plan evil. They killed men because they were angry, and they crippled oxen just for fun.

The boy said to his father, “My head! My head!” The father said to his servant, “Take him to his mother!”

Hazael stared at Elisha until he felt ashamed. Then Elisha cried.

All that I am, praise the Lord; everything in me, praise his holy name.

I said to myself, “Relax, because the Lord takes care of you.”

Tears stream from my eyes, because people do not obey your teachings.

I become angry with wicked people who do not keep your teachings.

Praise the Lord! My whole being, praise the Lord.

I said to the Lord, “You are my Lord. Every good thing I have comes from you.”

My heart cries with sorrow for Moab. Its people run away to Zoar for safety; they run to Eglath Shelishiyah. People are going up the mountain road to Luhith, crying as they go. People are going on the road to Horonaim, crying over their destruction.

My heart cries for Moab like a harp playing a funeral song; I am very sad for Kir Hareseth.

I saw those terrible things, and now I am in pain; my pains are like the pains of giving birth. What I hear makes me very afraid; what I see causes me to shake with fear.

I am worried, and I am shaking with fear. My pleasant evening has become a night of fear.

So I say, “Don’t look at me. Let me cry loudly. Don’t hurry to comfort me about the destruction of Jerusalem.”

If you don’t listen to him, I will cry secretly because of your pride. I will cry painfully, and my eyes will overflow with tears, because the Lord’s people will be captured.

Sometimes I say to myself, “I will forget about the Lord. I will not speak anymore in his name.” But then his message becomes like a burning fire inside me, deep within my bones. I get tired of trying to hold it inside of me, and finally, I cannot hold it in.

A message to the prophets: My heart is broken. All my bones shake. I’m like someone who is drunk, like someone who has been overcome with wine. This is because of the Lord and his holy words.

How long must I look at the war flag? How long must I listen to the war trumpet?

“Announce this message in Judah and say it in Jerusalem: ‘Blow the trumpet throughout the country!’ Shout out loud and say, ‘Come together! Let’s all escape to the strong, walled cities!’

Or you might say, ‘No, we will go and live in Egypt. There we will not see war, or hear the trumpets of war, or be hungry.’

The Lord says, “The time will come when I will make Rabbah, the capital city of the Ammonites, hear the battle cry. It will become a hill covered with ruins, and the towns around it will be burned. Those people forced Israel out of that land, but now Israel will force them out!” says the Lord.

“The noise of battle can be heard all over the country; it is the noise of much destruction.

We have heard the news about that army and are helpless from fear. We are gripped by our pain, like a woman having a baby.

God, you are my comfort when I am very sad and when I am afraid.

Because my people are crushed, I am crushed. I cry loudly and am afraid for them.

I wish my head were like a spring of water and my eyes like a fountain of tears! Then I could cry day and night for my people who have been killed.

I, Jeremiah, will cry loudly for the mountains and sing a funeral song for the empty fields. They are empty, and no one passes through. The mooing of cattle cannot be heard. The birds have flown away, and the animals are gone.

“I cry about these things; my eyes overflow with tears. There is no one near to comfort me, no one who can give me strength again. My children are left sad and lonely, because the enemy has won.”

“Look at me, Lord. I am upset and greatly troubled. My heart is troubled, because I have been so stubborn. Out in the streets, the sword kills; inside the houses, death destroys.

My eyes have no more tears, and I am sick to my stomach. I feel empty inside, because my people have been destroyed. Children and babies are fainting in the streets of the city.

Then Daniel, who was called Belteshazzar, was very quiet for a while, because his understanding of the dream frightened him. So the king said, “Belteshazzar, do not let the dream or its meaning make you afraid.” Then Belteshazzar answered, “My master, I wish the dream were about your enemies, and I wish its meaning were for those who are against you!

“I, Daniel, was worried. The visions that went through my mind frightened me.

“That was the end of the dream. I, Daniel, was very afraid. My face became white from fear, but I kept everything to myself.”

I, Daniel, became very weak and was sick for several days after that vision. Then I got up and went back to work for the king, but I was very upset about the vision. I didn’t understand what it meant.

When a trumpet blows a warning in a city, the people tremble. When trouble comes to a city, the Lord has caused it.

I hear these things, and my body trembles; my lips tremble when I hear the sound. My bones feel weak, and my legs shake. But I will wait patiently for the day of disaster that will come to the people who attack us.

When you are fighting an enemy who attacks you in your own land, blow the trumpets loudly. The Lord your God will take notice of you and will save you from your enemies.

Brothers and sisters, the thing I want most is for all the Jews to be saved. That is my prayer to God.

And in a war, if the trumpet does not give a clear sound, who will prepare for battle?

My little children, again I feel the pain of childbirth for you until you truly become like Christ.

The Kishon River swept Sisera’s men away, that old river, the Kishon River. March on, my soul, with strength!




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