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Jeremiah 4:19

New International Reader's Version

I’m suffering! I’m really suffering! I’m hurting badly. My heart is suffering so much! It’s pounding inside me. I can’t keep silent. I’ve heard the sound of trumpets. I’ve heard the battle cry.

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I won’t share in their plans. I won’t have anything to do with them. They became angry and killed people. They cut the legs of oxen just for the fun of it.

The boy said to his father, “My head hurts! It really hurts!” His father told a servant, “Carry him to his mother.”

Elisha stared at him without looking away. He did it until Hazael felt uncomfortable. Then the man of God began to weep.

I will praise the Lord. Deep down inside me, I will praise him. I will praise him, because his name is holy.

I said to myself, “Be calm. The Lord has been good to me.”

Streams of tears flow from my eyes, because people don’t obey your law.

I am very angry because evil people have turned away from your law.

Praise the Lord. I will praise the Lord.

I say to the Lord, “You are my Lord. Without you, I don’t have anything that is good.”

My heart cries out over Moab. Some who run away get as far as Zoar. Others run all the way to Eglath Shelishiyah. Others go up the hill to Luhith. They are weeping as they go. Still others travel the road to Horonaim. They sing a song of sadness because their town is being destroyed.

My heart mourns over Moab like a song of sadness played on a harp. Deep down inside me I mourn over Kir Hareseth.

The vision fills my body with pain. Pains take hold of me. They are like the pains of a woman having a baby. I am shaken by what I hear. I’m terrified by what I see.

My heart grows weak. Fear makes me tremble. I longed for evening to come. But it brought me horror instead of rest.

So I said, “Leave me alone. Let me weep bitter tears. Don’t try to comfort me. My people have been destroyed.”

If you don’t listen, I will weep in secret. Because you are so proud, I will weep bitterly. Tears will flow from my eyes. The Lord’s flock will be taken away as prisoners.

Sometimes I think, “I won’t talk about his message anymore. I’ll never speak in his name again.” But then your message burns in my heart. It’s like a fire deep inside my bones. I’m tired of holding it in. In fact, I can’t.

Here is my message about the prophets. My heart is broken inside me. All my bones tremble with fear. I am like a man who is drunk. I am like a strong man who has had too much wine. That’s what the Lord’s holy words have done to me.

How long must I look at our enemy’s battle flag? How long must I hear the sound of the trumpets?

“Announce my message in Judah. Tell it in Jerusalem. Say, ‘Blow trumpets all through the land!’ Give a loud shout and say, ‘Gather together! Let’s run to cities that have high walls around them!’

And suppose you say, ‘No! We’ll go and live in Egypt. There we won’t have to face war anymore. We won’t hear the trumpets of war. And we won’t get hungry.’

But a new day is coming,” announces the Lord. “At that time I will sound the battle cry. I will sound it against Rabbah in the land of Ammon. It will become a pile of broken-down buildings. The villages around it will be set on fire. Then Israel will drive out those who drove her out,” says the Lord.

The noise of battle is heard in the land. It is the noise of a great city being destroyed!

We have heard reports about them. And our hands can’t help us. We are suffering greatly. It’s like the pain of a woman having a baby.

Lord, my heart is weak inside me. You comfort me when I’m sad.

My people are crushed, so I am crushed. I mourn, and I am filled with horror.

I wish my head were a spring of water! I wish my eyes were a fountain of tears! I would weep day and night for my people who have been killed.

I will cry and mourn over the mountains. I will sing a song of sadness about the desert grasslands. They are dry and empty. No one travels through them. The mooing of cattle isn’t heard there. The birds have flown away. All the animals are gone.

“That’s why I am weeping. Tears are flowing from my eyes. No one is near to comfort me. No one can heal my spirit. My children don’t have anything. My enemies are much too strong for me.”

“Lord, see how upset I am! I am suffering deep down inside. My heart is troubled. Again and again I have refused to obey you. Outside the city, people are being killed by swords. Inside, there is nothing but death.

I’ve cried so much I can’t see very well. I’m suffering deep down inside. My heart is broken because my people are destroyed. Children and babies are fainting in the streets of the city.

Daniel, who was also called Belteshazzar, was very bewildered for a while. His thoughts terrified him. So the king said, “Belteshazzar, don’t let the dream or its meaning make you afraid.” Belteshazzar answered, “My master, I wish the dream were about your enemies! I wish its meaning had to do with them!

“My spirit was troubled. The visions that passed through my mind upset me.

“That’s all I saw. My thoughts deeply troubled me. My face turned pale. But I kept those things to myself.”

I, Daniel, was worn out. I was too tired to get up for several days. Then I got up and returned to my work for the king. The vision bewildered me. I couldn’t understand it.

When someone blows a trumpet in a city, don’t the people tremble with fear? When trouble comes to a city, hasn’t the Lord caused it?

I listened and my heart pounded. My lips trembled at the sound. My bones seemed to rot. And my legs shook. But I will be patient. I’ll wait for the day of trouble to come on Babylon. It’s the nation that is attacking us.

Suppose you go into battle in your own land. And suppose it is against an enemy who is treating you badly. Then blow a blast on the trumpets. If you do, I will remember you. I will save you from your enemies. I am the Lord your God.

Brothers and sisters, with all my heart I long for the people of Israel to be saved. I pray to God for them.

Also, if the trumpet call isn’t clear, who will get ready for battle?

My dear children, I am in pain for you like I was when we first met. I have pain like a woman giving birth. And my pain will continue until Christ makes you like himself.

The Kishon River swept them away. The Kishon is a very old river. My spirit, march on! Be strong!




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