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Jeremiah 12:2

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You have planted them, and they have taken root; they grow and bear fruit. You are always on their lips but far from their hearts.

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The Lord says: “These people come near to me with their mouth and honor me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me. Their worship of me is based on merely human rules they have been taught.

They claim to know God, but by their actions they deny him. They are detestable, disobedient and unfit for doing anything good.

“ ‘These people honor me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me.

The Lord Almighty, who planted you, has decreed disaster for you, because the people of both Israel and Judah have done evil and aroused my anger by burning incense to Baal.

My people come to you, as they usually do, and sit before you to hear your words, but they do not put them into practice. Their mouths speak of love, but their hearts are greedy for unjust gain.

But the Lord has told me to say to you, ‘This is what the Lord says: I will overthrow what I have built and uproot what I have planted, throughout the earth.

He replied, “Isaiah was right when he prophesied about you hypocrites; as it is written: “ ‘These people honor me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me.

In spite of all this, her unfaithful sister Judah did not return to me with all her heart, but only in pretense,” declares the Lord.

I myself have seen a fool taking root, but suddenly his house was cursed.

I have seen a wicked and ruthless man flourishing like a luxuriant native tree,

Your eyes are too pure to look on evil; you cannot tolerate wrongdoing. Why then do you tolerate the treacherous? Why are you silent while the wicked swallow up those more righteous than themselves?

The groans of the dying rise from the city, and the souls of the wounded cry out for help. But God charges no one with wrongdoing.

They do not cry out to me from their hearts but wail on their beds. They slash themselves, appealing to their gods for grain and new wine, but they turn away from me.




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