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Jeremiah 20:18

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Why did I ever come out of the womb to see trouble and sorrow and to end my days in shame?

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“Why is light given to those in misery, and life to the bitter of soul,

I am the man who has seen affliction by the rod of the Lord’s wrath.

“Mortals, born of woman, are of few days and full of trouble.

You know how I am scorned, disgraced and shamed; all my enemies are before you.

Let us, then, go to him outside the camp, bearing the disgrace he bore.

fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.

Some faced jeers and flogging, and even chains and imprisonment.

You need to persevere so that when you have done the will of God, you will receive what he has promised.

That is why I am suffering as I am. Yet this is no cause for shame, because I know whom I have believed, and am convinced that he is able to guard what I have entrusted to him until that day.

The apostles left the Sanhedrin, rejoicing because they had been counted worthy of suffering disgrace for the Name.

Very truly I tell you, you will weep and mourn while the world rejoices. You will grieve, but your grief will turn to joy.

“Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? Look around and see. Is any suffering like my suffering that was inflicted on me, that the Lord brought on me in the day of his fierce anger?

You who are my Comforter in sorrow, my heart is faint within me.

“Hear me, you who know what is right, you people who have taken my instruction to heart: Do not fear the reproach of mere mortals or be terrified by their insults.

From the sole of your foot to the top of your head there is no soundness— only wounds and welts and open sores, not cleansed or bandaged or soothed with olive oil.

“If only you would hide me in the grave and conceal me till your anger has passed! If only you would set me a time and then remember me!

Yet man is born to trouble as surely as sparks fly upward.

For my days vanish like smoke; my bones burn like glowing embers.

Let us lie down in our shame, and let our disgrace cover us. We have sinned against the Lord our God, both we and our ancestors; from our youth till this day we have not obeyed the Lord our God.”

Alas, my mother, that you gave me birth, a man with whom the whole land strives and contends! I have neither lent nor borrowed, yet everyone curses me.

Why do you make me look at injustice? Why do you tolerate wrongdoing? Destruction and violence are before me; there is strife, and conflict abounds.

while he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness. He came to a broom bush, sat down under it and prayed that he might die. “I have had enough, Lord,” he said. “Take my life; I am no better than my ancestors.”

Why is my pain unending and my wound grievous and incurable? You are to me like a deceptive brook, like a spring that fails.




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